“I'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant.”

“Convictions and the man--it seems they're two different things in many ways. Maybe in many ways I'm guilty before them!...We're all guilty, we're all guilty, and...if only we were all convinced of it!”

“You're three or four different men but each of them out in the open. Like all Americans.”

“You all laugh at me because I'm different, I laugh at you because you're all the same.”

“Everything has strings leading to everything else. We're all so tied together. We're all in a net, the net is waiting, and we're pushed into it by one single desire. You want a thing and it's precious to you. Do you know who is standing ready to tear it out of your hands? You can't know, it may be so involved and so far away, but someone is ready, and you're afraid of them all. And you cringe and you crawl and you beg and you accept them--just so they'll let you keep it. And look at whom you come to accept.”

“Though all men be equally frail before the world, the differences between them are terrifying.”