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

It is inexcusable for scientists to torture animals; let them make their experiments on journalists and politicians.

A friend married is a friend lost.

Most critical fault-finding, when reduced to its essentials, simply amounts to reproach of the author because he is himself — thinks, feels, sees, and creates, as himself, instead of seeing and creating in the way the critic would have done.

I am sticking as closely to my subject as I can; for my subject is precisely this, that it is the masses, the majority

The worst that a man can do to himself is to do injustice to others.

I propose to raise a revolution against the lie that the majority has the monopoly of the truth.

Friends are to be feared, not so much for what they make us do as what they keep us from doing.

Every man shares the responsibility and the guilt of the society to which he belongs.

The man whom God wills to slay in the struggle of life – he first individualizes.

I’m afraid for all those who’ll have the bread snatched from their mouths by these machines. What business has science and capitalism got, bringing all these new inventions into the works, before society has produced a generation educated up to using them!

If only I could master that demon of procrastination that goes about like a roaring lion and devours all my good intentions, I should become the most punctual man in the world.

I’m no longer prepared to accept what people say and what’s written in books. I must think things out for myself, and try to find my own answer.

NORA: I must stand on my own two feet if I’m to get to know myself and the world outside. That’s why I can’t stay here with you any longer.

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.

The book itself is a curious artifact, not showy in its technology but complex and extremely efficient: a really neat little device, compact, often very pleasant to look at and handle, that can last decades, even centuries.

When a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce.

Justice is a kind of compact not to harm or be harmed.

There is no such thing as justice in the abstract; it is merely a compact between men.

Like the cobra, you remain coiled in a loose but compact position and your strike should be felt before it is seen.