The closer a man approaches tragedy the more intense is his concentration of emotion upon the fixed point of his commitment, which is to say the closer he approaches what in life we call fanaticism.
Man must shape his tools lest they shape him.
When irrational terror takes to itself the fiat of moral goodness somebody has to die.... No man lives who has not got a panic button, and when it is pressed by the clean white hand of moral duty, a certain murderous train is set in motion.
They don't need me in New York. I'm the New England man. I'm vital in New England.
I like it not that Mr. Parris should lay his hand upon my baby. I see no light of God in that man. I'll not conceal it.