Nevertheless, one learned very early that books had to be respected; they were all putative Bibles and to some small degree had a share in holiness.

There are many who stay away from church these days because you hardly ever mention God any more.

Everything we are is at every moment alive in us.

In his play depicting the Salem Witch Trials, the author illustrates profound psychological bullying. The ringleader of young girls suspected of unsavory conduct, frightens her friends into silence by warning: Now, look you; All of you. We danced. And Tituba conjured Ruth Putnam's dead sisters, and that was all. ... Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night, and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you.

I am a good woman. I know it.

Don't take it on yourself. Forget now. Live.

Whoever is writing in the United States is using the American Dream as an ironical pole of his story. People elsewhere tend to accept, to a far greater degree anyway, that the conditions of life are hostile to mans pretensions.