“To live is to war with trolls.”

The majority never has right on its side.

Really to sin you have to be serious about it.

I have other duties equally sacred, Duties to myself.

It is not by spectacular achievements that man can be transformed, but by will.

I must make up my mind which is right – society or I.

To see one’s goal and to drive toward it, steeling one’s heart, is most uplifting.

What’s a man’s first duty? The answer is brief: To be himself.

Happiness is worth a daring deed; we are both free if we but will it, and then the game is won.

The devil is compromise.

A community is like a ship; everyone ought to be prepared to take the helm.

In your power, all the same. Subject to your will and your demands. No longer free! No! That’s a thought I’ll never endure! Never.

Helmer: “Before all else you are a wife and a mother.” Nora: “That I no longer believe. I believe that before all else I am a human being.”

Before I write down one word, I have to have the character in my mind through and through. I must penetrate into the last wrinkle of his soul.

You have never loved me. You have only thought it pleasant to be in love with me.

Many a man can save himself if he admits he’s done wrong and takes his punishment.

Happiness is above all things the calm, glad certainty of innocence.

To live is to war with trolls in heart and woul. To write is to sit in judgement on oneself.

To live is – to war with trolls In the holds of the heart and mind

To say I’m an overrated troll, when you have never even seen me guard a bridge, is patently unfair.

Maybe climate change is a threat, and maybe climate change has been tarted up by climatologists trolling for research grant cash. It doesn’t matter.

I realized that liberals were actually the racists. Liberals were actually the trolls.