Don't use that foreign word: ideals. We have the excellent native word: lies.

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

The strongest men are the most alone.

If you doubt yourself, then indeed you stand on shaky ground.

You see, there are some people that one loves, and others that perhaps one would rather be with.

But I almost think we are all of us ghosts. It is not only what we have inherited from our father and mother that “walks” in us. It is 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 cannot shake them off. Whenever I take up a newspaper, I seem to see ghosts gliding between the lines.

Look into any man's heart you please, and you will always find, in every one, at least one black spot which he has to keep concealed.