The perplexity, the potential— God’s own crucible was not for angels.

We were all forged in the crucible.

The future belongs to Science. More and more she will control the destinies of the nations. Already she has them in her crucible and on her balances.

I look for John Proctor that took me from my sleep and put knowledge in my heart! I never knew what pretence Salem was, I never knew the lying lessons I was taught by all these Christian women and their covenanted men! And now you bid me tear the light out of my eyes! I will not, I cannot! You loved me, John Proctor, and whatever sin it is, you love me yet!