“Labor and trouble one can always get through alone, but it takes two to be glad.”

What sort of truths are they that the majority usually supports? They are truths that are of such advanced age that they are beginning to break up. And if a truth is as old as that, it is also in a fair way to become a lie, gentlemen.

Marriage! Nothing else demands so much of a man.

You don’t get nothing for nothing in this life.

Oh, life would be all right if we didn’t have to put up with these damned creditors who keep pestering us with the demands of their ideals.

A thousand words will not leave so deep an impression as one deed.

The great task of our time is to blow up all existing institutions to destroy.

The most dangerous enemy of the truth and freedom amongst us is the compact majority.

I’ve had the best possible chance of learning that what the working-classes really need is to be allowed some part in the direction of public affairs, Doctorto develop their abilities, their understanding and their self-respect.

Helmer: I would gladly work night and day for you. Nora- bear sorrow and want for your sake. But no man would sacrafice his honor for the one he loves. Nora: It is a thing hundreds of thousands of women have done.

In the decisive moment I won the victory over myself. I chose to live. And believe me, it takes courage to choose life under those circumstances.

Oh, yes–you can shout me down, I know! But you cannot answer me. The majority has might on its side–unfortunately; but right it has not.

I believe that, before all else, I’m a human being, no less than you.

When we dead awaken. We see that we have never lived.

There is something so indescribably sweet and satisfying in the knowledge that a husband or wife has forgiven the other freely, and from the heart.

Rob the average man of his life-illusion, and you rob him of his happiness at the same stroke.

What ought a man be? Well, my short answer is ‘himself’.

I’m from Texas, and one of the reasons I like Texas is because there’s no one in control.

I have always been in a relationship. I don’t remember the time when I wasn’t in one

Stations were built at intervals averaging fifteen miles apart. A rider’s route covered three stations, with an exchange of horses at each, so that he was expected at the beginning to cover close to forty-five miles – a good ride when one must average fifteen miles an hour.

What vice could be worse than covetousness? What is more sinful than slander? For one who is truthful, what need is there for austerity? For one who has a clean heart, what is the need for pilgrimage?

Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?

One’s ability to appreciate beauty is related to one’s ability to make moral judgments.

Sometimes you meet the right one at exactly the wrong time.

One of the marks of maturity is the ability to disagree without becoming disagreeable.