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!
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!
HALE, with a tasty love of intellectual pursuit
I speak my own sins; I cannot judge another. I have no tongue for it.
It is rare for people to be asked the question which puts them squarely in front of themselves
Life, woman, life is God's most precious gift; no principle, however glorious, may justify the taking of it.
Peace. It is a providence, and no great change; we are only what we always were, but naked now.
PROCTOR, his mind wild, breathless: I say--I say--God is dead!
PROCTOR--he knows it is insane: No, it is not the same! What others say and what i sign to is not the same!
Sex, sin, and the Devil were early linked.
The Devil is precise; the marks of his presence are definite as stone...
Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.
We are what we always were in Salem, but now the little crazy children are jangling the keys of the kingdom, and common vengeance writes the law!
What work you do! It's strange work for a Christian girl to hang old women!
You are pulling down heaven and raising up a whore
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