Arthur Miller on Love

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I am bewildered by the death of love. And my responsibility for it.
Arthur Miller
I saw clearly only when I saw with love. Or can one ever remember love? It's like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never the perfume. And that's the truth of roses, isn't it? — The perfume?
Arthur Miller