Self-realization and self-fulfilment are the sine qua non for human existence.

When the guns roar, the arts die.

Memory inevitably romanticizes, pressing reality to recede like pain.

It was not really possible to understand oneself, let alone another human being.

PROCTOR, his mind wild, breathless: I say--I say--God is dead!

The witch-hunt was a perverse manifestation of the panic which set in among all classes when the balance began to turn toward greater individual freedom. The witch-hunt was not, however, a mere repression. It was also, and as importantly, a long overdue opportunity for everyone so inclined to express publicly his guilt and sins, under the cover of accusations against the victims.

Man must shape his tools lest they shape him.