Quote by: Henry Miller

Tomorrow you may bring about the destruction of your world. Tomorrow you may sing in Paradise above the smoking ruins of your world-cities. But tonight I would like to think of one man, a lone individual, a man without name or country, a man whom I respect because he has absolutely nothing in common with you - MYSELF. Tonight I shall meditate upon that which I am.


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Author Bio


  • NameHenry Miller
  • DescriptionAmerican novelist
  • BornDecember 26, 1891
  • DiedJune 7, 1980
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionWriter; Painter; Novelist; Essayist
  • WorksTropic Of Cancer; Black Spring; Tropic Of Capricorn; The Colossus Of Maroussi; The Rosy Crucifixion