En skulde aldrig ha’ sine bedste buxer på, når en er ude og strider for frihed og sandhed. - Henrik Ibsen

When I lost you, it was as if all the solid ground went from under my feet. Look at me now — I am a shipwrecked man clinging to a bit of wreckage.

Tar de livsløgnen fra et gjennomsnittsmenneske, så tar du lykken ifra ham med det samme

I thank God that in the bath of Pain He purged my love. What strong compulsion drew Me on I knew not, till I saw in you The treasure I had blindly sought in vain. I praise Him, who our love has lifted thus To noble rank by sorrow, — licensed us To a triumphal progress, bade us sweep Thro' fen and forest to our castle-keep, A noble pair, astride on Pegasus!