While I think of it, Mr. Werle, junior — don't use that foreign word: ideals. We have the excellent native word: lies. - Henrik Ibsen

"Don't use that exotic word "ideals". We have a good enough native word: "lies"."

Forget that foreign word "ideals." We have that good old native word: "lies."

A man who has the inventive genius can't control it exactly as he wishes. Its working depends in great measure on inspiration — on a momentary suggestion — and it is almost impossible to tell beforehand at what moment it will come.

NORA: No; only merry. And you were always so friendly and kind to me. But our house has been nothing but a nursery. Here I have been your doll-wife, just as at home I used to be papa's doll-child. And my children were, in their turn, my dolls. I was exceedingly delighted when you played with me, just as children were whenever I played with them. That has been our marriage, Torvald.

I have skulked up there and wasted eight precious years of my life! The very day I was set free, I should have gone forth into the world — out into the steel-hard, dreamless world of reality! I should have begun at the bottom and swung myself up to the heights anew — higher than ever before — in spite of all that lay between.