Peace. It is a providence, and no great change; we are only what we always were, but naked now.

...an everlasting funeral marches round your heart.

The famous are balloons far up in the sky, to be envied for their quiet freedom or shot down as enemies.

PROCTOR--he knows it is insane: No, it is not the same! What others say and what i sign to is not the same!

If you analyse anything, you destroy it.

I cannot sleep for dreaming; I cannot dream but I wake and walk about the house as though I'd find you coming through some door.

Be liked and you will never want.