Willy Loman: I don't want change, I want Swiss cheese!

I don't say he's a great man. Willie Loman never made a lot of money. His name was never in the paper. He's not the finest character that ever lived. But he's a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid. He's not to be allowed to fall in his grave like an old dog. Attention, attention must finally be paid to such a person.

In America, any man who is not a reactionary in his views is open to the charge of alliance with the Red hell.

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

Great stones they lay upon his chest until he plead aye or nay. They say he give them but two words. "More weight," he says. And died.

Poor brain! How helplessly it dissolves when willing eyes meet and the nose warms to those old jungle scents.

One had the right to write because other people needed news of the inner world, and if they went too long without such news they would go mad with the chaos of their lives.