You have never loved me. You have only thought it pleasant to be in love with me.
Rob the average man of his life-illusion, and you rob him of his happiness at the same stroke.
It's not only what we have inherited from our father and mother that walks in us. It's all sorts of dead ideas, and lifeless old beliefs, and so forth. They have no vitality, but they cling to us all the same, and we can't get rid of them.
Each bird must sing with his own throat.
And what if I did run my ship aground; oh, still it was splendid to sail it!
A friend married is a friend lost.