Danforth: Do you mean to deny this confession when you are free? Proctor: I mean to deny nothing! Danforth: Then explain to me, Mr. Proctor, why you will not let - Proctor: [With the cry of his whole soul] Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave me my name!

John, I counted myself so plain, so poorly made, no honest love could come to me! Suspicion kissed you when I did; I never knew how I should say my love. It we…

I do think I see some shred of goodness in John Proctor. Not enough to weave a banner with, but white enough to keep it from such dogs. Give them no tear! Tear…

It is mistaken law that leads you to sacrifice. Life, woman, life is God's most precious gift; no principle, however glorious, may justify the taking of it. I …

What's bad about my biography? My father was a worker, my brothers, too, and I have always honestly served my country.

Vous y trouverez le langage doux et aggreable, d'une naifve simplicite, la narration pure, et en laquelle la bonne foy de l'autheur reluit evidemment, exempte …

'Two half-truths do not make a truth, and two half-cultures do not make a culture.'