Hell and Heaven grapple on our backs, and all our old pretenses ripped away. God's icy wind will blow. — John Proctor Copy Share Image
Ill tell you whats walking Salem, vengeance is walking Salem. We are what we always were in Salem, but now the little crazy children… — John Proctor Copy Share Image
Hell and Heaven grapple on our backs, and all our old pretenses ripped away. God's icy wind will blow. — John Proctor Copy Share Image
Ill plead no more! I see now your spirit twists around the single error of my life, and I will never tear it free! — John Proctor Copy Share Image
I like it not that Mr. Parris should lay his hand upon my baby. I see no light of God in that man. Ill… — John Proctor Copy Share Image
I have trouble enough without I come five mile to hear him preach only hellfire and bloody damnation. Take it to heart, Mr. Parris.… — John Proctor Copy Share Image
