Nobody dast blame this man. Willy was a salesman. And for a salesman, there is no rock bottom to the life. He don't put a bolt to a nut, he don't tell you the law or give you medicine. He's a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back — that's an earthquake. And then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you're finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory.

I personally think that what the big (writers) have in common is a fierce moral sensibility, which is unquenchable and they are all burning with the same anger at the way the world is.

The little ones have made a peace with it, and the bigger ones can't make any peace.

Bir inanç ortalığı kana boyuyorsa, o inanca sarılıp kalmayın, insanı canından eden bir yasa yanlış bir yasadır.Yaşam, kadınım, yaşam. Tanrının en değerli lütfudur bize. Hiçbir ilke ne kadar yüksek, ne kadar parlak olursa olsun, kimseye can almak hakkını vermez.

When it is recalled that until the Christian era the underworld was never regarded as a hostile area, that all gods were useful and essentially friendly to man despite occasional lapses; when we see the steady and methodical inculcation into humanity of the idea of man’s worthlessness — until redeemed — the necessity of the Devil may become evident as a weapon, a weapon designed and used time and time again in every age to whip men into a surrender to a particular church or church-state.

There are certain men in the world who rather see everybody hung before they'll take blame.