Charley: He won't starve. None a them starve. Forget about him. Willy: Then what have I got to remember?

Pop, I'm nothing! I'm nothing, Pop. Can't you understand that? There's no spite in it any more. I'm just what I am, that's all.

What is the most innocent place in any country? Is it not the insane asylum? These people drift through life truly innocent, unable to see into themselves at all.

A political policy is equated with moral right, and opposition to it with diabolical malevolence.

Charley: He won't starve. None a them starve. Forget about him. Willy: Then what have I got to remember?

Look, we're all the same; a man is a fourteen-room house - in the bedroom he's asleep with his intelligent wife, in the living-room he's rolling around with some bare ass girl, in the library he's paying his taxes, in the yard he's raising tomatoes and in the cellar he's making a bomb to blow it all up.

A child's spirit is like a child, you can never catch it by running after it; you must stand still, and, for love, it will soon itself come back.