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

If I cannot be myself in what I write, then the whole is nothing but lies and humbug.

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.

The strongest men are the most alone.

...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.

Money may be the husk of many things but not the kernel. It brings you food, but not appetite; medicine, but not health; acquaintance, but not friends; servants, but not loyalty; days of joy, but not peace or happiness.

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