I see the playwright as a lay preacher peddling the ideas of his time in popular form.

Now I know the full power of evil. It makes ugliness seem beautiful and goodness seem ugly and weak.

Sometimes not seeing things can be a blessing.

It's wonderful how, the moment you talk about God and love, your voice becomes hard, and your eyes fill with hatred. No, Margret, you certainly haven't the true faith.

What an occupation! To sit and flay your fellow men and then offer their skins for sale and expect them to buy them.

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

It's risky to take anything on good faith where a woman is concerned.