There is nothing can pay one for that invaluable ignorance which is the companion of youth those sanguine groundless hopes and that lively vanity which makes all the happiness of life.
A face is too slight a foundation for happiness.
On a soap happiness never lasts for very long!
Miller didn't write Death of a Salesman. He released it. It was there inside him waiting to be turned loose. That's the measure of its merit.
