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

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.

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.