The world of learning is so broad, and the human soul is so limited in power!

I am just learning to notice the different colors of the stars, and already begin to have a new enjoyment.

Altogether, St. Louis is a growing place, and the West has a large hand and a strong grasp.

Do not look at stars as bright spots only. Try to take in the vastness of the universe.

I always get the 'goth girl' thing because I wear black. But I don't worship death.

There are people who never experience that, who remain closed until death, from fear of change.

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.

No one's death comes to pass without making some impression, and those close to the deceased inherit part of the liberated soul and become richer in their humanness.