He who possesses liberty otherwise than as an aspiration possesses it soulless, dead. One of the qualities of liberty is that, as long as it is being striven after, it goes on expanding. Therefore, the man who stands still in the midst of the struggle and says, "I have it," merely shows by so doing that he has just lost it. Now this very contentedness in the possession of a dead liberty is characteristic of the so-called State, and, as I have said, it is not a good characteristic. No doubt the franchise, self-taxation, etc., are benefits — but to whom? To the citizen, not to the individual. Now, reason does not imperatively demand that the individual should be a citizen. Far from it. The State is the curse of the individual. With what is Prussia's political strength bought? With the absorption of the individual in the political and geographical idea. The waiter is the best soldier. And on the other hand, take the Jewish people, the aristocracy of the human race — how is it they have kept their place apart, their poetical halo, amid surroundings of coarse cruelty? By having no State to burden them. Had they remained in Palestine, they would long ago have lost their individuality in the process of their State's construction, like all other nations. Away with the State! I will take part in that revolution. Undermine the whole conception of a State, declare free choice and spiritual kinship to be the only all-important conditions of any union, and you will have the commencement of a liberty that is worth something. Changes in forms of government are pettifogging affairs — a degree less or a degree more, mere foolishness. The State has its root in time, and will ripe and rot in time. Greater things than it will fall — religion, for example. Neither moral conceptions nor art-forms have an eternity before them. How much are we really in duty bound to pin our faith to? Who will guarantee me that on Jupiter two and two do not make five?
Letter to Georg Brandes (17 February 1871), as translated in Henrik Ibsen: Björnstjerne Björnson. Critical Studies (1899) by Georg Morris Cohen Brandes
Variant translation: The quality of liberty is that, as long as it is being striven after, it goes on expanding. Therefore, the man who stands still in the midst of the struggle and says: "I have it," merely shows by so doing that he has lost it. Now this very contentedness in the possession of a dead liberty is a characteristic of the so-called state; and it is worthless.
As translated in Ibsen: The Man, His Art & His Significance (1907) by Haldane Macfall, p. 238
Variant translation: Neither moral concepts nor art forms can expect to live forever. How much are we obliged to hold on to? Who can guarantee that 2 plus 2 don't add up to 5 on Jupiter?
There are three Empires. First there is the Empire which was founded on the tree of knowledge. Then there is the Empire founded on the tree of the Cross. The third is still a secret Empire which will be founded on the tree of knowledge and the tree of the Cross — brought together.
That power which circumstances placed in my hands, and which is an emanation of divinity, I am conscious of having used to the best of my skill. I have never wittingly wronged any one. For this campaign there were good and sufficient reasons; and if some should think that I have not fulfilled all expectations, they ought in justice to reflect that there is a mysterious power without us, which in a great measure governs the issue of human undertakings.
Erring soul of man — if thou wast indeed forced to err, it shall surely be accounted to thee for good on that great day when the Mighty One shall descend in the clouds to judge the living dead and the dead who are yet alive!
At leve er — krig med trolde i hjertets og hjernens hvælv. At digte, — det er at holde dommedag over sig selv.
To live is to battle the demons in the heart as well as the brain. To write is to preside at judgement day over one's self.
Et vers (A Verse), inscribed on the volume Poems (1877)
Ibsen may have written this originally in German as a dedication to a female reader. It was published in German in Deutsche Rundschau in November 1886:
Leben, das heisst bekriegen In Herz und Hirn die Gewalten; Und dichten; über sich selber Den Gerichtstag halten.
The great secret of power is never to will to do more than you can accomplish. The great secret of action and victory is to be capable of living your life without ideals. Such is the sum of the whole world's wisdom.
As quoted in The Ibsen Calendar: A Quotation from the Works of Henrik Ibsen for Every Day (1913) by C. A. Arfwedson
I hold that man is in the right who is most closely in league with the future.
The great task of our time is to blow up all existing institutions — to destroy.
Letter of 1883, quoted in The Drama of Ibsen and Strindberg (1962) by Frank Laurence Lucas, p. 34.
It is inexcusable for scientists to torture animals; let them make their experiments on journalists and politicians.
As quoted in The Book of Poisonous Quotes (1993) edited by Colin Jarman, p. 232.
Tvert imot!
On the contrary!
His last words, in response to a nurse who said she thought he looked better than usual; as quoted in The History of World Theater: From the English Restoration to the Present (1999) by Felicia Hardison Londré and Margot Berthold, p. 341.
Kjærlighedens Komedie in the translation by C.H. Herford (1900).
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!
Falk, Act III
I feel myself like God's lost prodigal; I left Him for the world's delusive charms. With mild reproof He wooed me to his arms; And when I come, He lights the vaulted hall, Prepares a banquet for the son restored, And makes His noblest creature my reward. From this time forth I'll never leave that Light, — But stand its armed defender in the fight; Nothing shall part us, and our life shall prove A song of glory to triumphant love!
Falk, Act III
Tho' Doubt's beleaguering forces hem us in, Yet Truth upon the Serpent's head shall trample. The cause of Love shall win —
Falk, Act III
Yes, Love shall win!
Crowd, responding to Falk, in Act III
An unromantic poem I mean to make Of one who only lives for duty's sake.
Guldstad
I go to scale the Future's possibilities! Farewell! God bless thee, bride of my life's dawn, Where'er I be, to nobler deed thou'lt wake me.
Ikke tusend ord sig prenter, som én gernings spor.
A thousand words can't make the mark a single deed will leave.
Manden, Act II
Tabets alt din vinding skabte — Evigt ejes kun det tabte!
Losing all was winning's cost! Eternally owned is but what's lost!
Brand, Act IV
Brand:Svar mig, Gud, i dødens slug! gælder ej et frelsens fnug mandeviljens quantum satis? [Skreden begraver ham; hele dalen fyldes.] En Røst: [Räber gennem tordenbragene] Han er deus caritatis!
Brand: Answer me, God, in the jaws of death: Is there no salvation for the Will of Man? No small measure of salvation? [The avalanche buries him. The valley is swallowed up.] A Voice:[Calls through the crashing thunder]He is the God of Love.
I'm afraid for all those who'll have the bread snatched from their mouths by these machines. You are very fond, sir, of talking about the consideration we owe to the community; it seems to me, however, that the community has its duties too. What business has science and capitalism got, bringing all these new inventions into the works, before society has produced a generation educated up to using them!
Aune, Act II
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.
Bernick, Act III
The spirit of truth and the spirit of freedom — these are the pillars of society.
There can be no freedom or beauty about a home life that depends on borrowing and debt.
Torvald Helmer, Act I
Nora.'Look here, Doctor Rank - you know you want to live.
Rank.'Certainly. However wretched I may feel, I want to prolong the agony as long as possible."
Act I
I don't know whether you find also in your part of the world that there are certain people who go zealously snuffing about to smell out moral corruption, and, as soon as they have found some, put the person concerned into some lucrative position where they can keep their eye on him. Healthy natures are left out in the cold.
Dr. Rank, Act I
What's to become of the morally sound? Left out in the cold, I suppose. We must heal the sick.
Dr. Rank, Act I
Many a man can save himself if he admits he's done wrong and takes his punishment.
Torvald Helmer, Act I
Jeg har en sånn umåtelig lyst til å si: død og pine.
I've the most extraordinary longing to say 'Bloody Hell'!
Nora Helmer, Act I
You don't get nothing for nothing in this life.
Dr. Rank, Act III
There is a big black hat and it makes you invisible. Have you heard of that hat? You put it on and then no one can see you.
Dr. Rank, Act III, speaking of death
The black, cold, icy water. Down and down, without end — if it would only end.
Nora Helmer, Act III
But our home's been nothing but a playpen. I've been your doll-wife here, just as at home I was Papa's doll-child. And in turn the children have been my dolls. I thought it fun when you played with me, just as they thought it fun when I played with them. That's been our marriage, Torvald.
Nora Helmer, Act III
Variant translation: Our home has been nothing but a playroom. I have been your doll-wife, just as at home I was papa's doll-child; and here the children have been my dolls. I thought it great fun when you played with me, just as they thought it great fun when I played with them. That is what our marriage has been, Torvald.
If I'm ever to reach any understanding of myself and the things around me, I must learn to stand alone. That's why I can't stay here with you any longer.
Nora Helmer, Act III
I have other duties equally sacred … Duties to myself.
Nora Helmer, Act III
Variant translation: I have another duty equally sacred … My duty to myself.
Helmer: First and foremost, you are a wife and mother. Nora: That I don't believe any more. I believe that first and foremost I am an individual, just as you are.
To crave for happiness in this world is simply to be possessed by a spirit of revolt. What right have we to happiness?
Manders, Act I
I am half inclined to think we are all ghosts, Mr. Manders. It is not only what we have inherited from our fathers and mothers that exists again in us, but all sorts of old dead ideas and all kinds of old dead beliefs and things of that kind. They are not actually alive in us; but there they are dormant, all the same, and we can never be rid of them. Whenever I take up a newspaper and read it, I fancy I see ghosts creeping between the lines. There must be ghosts all over the world. They must be as countless as the grains of the sands, it seems to me. And we are so miserably afraid of the light, all of us.
A community is like a ship; everyone ought to be prepared to take the helm.
Billing, Act I
There is one thing I esteem higher than that; and that is for a man to be self-reliant and sure of himself.
Hovstad, Act II
I have already told you that what I want to speak about is the great discovery I have made lately - the discovery that all the sources of our moral life are poisoned and that the whole fabric of our civic community is founded on the pestiferous soil of falsehood.
Dr. Stockmann, Act IV
Flertallet har aldrig retten på sin side. Aldrig, siger jeg! Det er en af disse samfundslígne, som en fri, t’nkende mand må gíre oprír imod. Hvem er det, som udgír flertallet af beboerne i et land? Er det de kloge folk, eller er det dé dumme? Jeg taenker, vi får vaere enige om, at dumme mennesker er tilstede i en ganske forskraek kelig overv’ldende majoritet rundt omkring på den hele vide jord. Men det kan da vel, for fanden, aldrig i evighed vaere ret, at de dumme skal herske over de kloge!
Dr. Stockmann: It is the majority in our community that denies me my freedom and seeks to prevent my speaking the truth. Hovstad: The majority always has right on its side. Billing: And truth too, by God! Dr. Stockmann: The majority never has right on its side. Never I say! That is one of those social lies against which an independent, intelligent man must wage war. Who is it that constitute the majority of the population in a country? Is it the clever folk or the stupid? I don't imagine you will dispute the fact that at present the stupid people are in an absolutely overwhelming majority all the world over. But, good Lord!—you can never pretend that it is right that the stupid folk should govern the clever ones! [the crowd cries out] Oh yes—you can shout me down, I know! But you cannot answer me. The majority has might on its side-unfortunately; but right it has not. I am in the right—I and a few other scattered individuals. The minority is always in the right.
Act IV
Flertallet har magten — desværre —; men retten har det ikke. Retten har jeg og de andre få, de enkelte. Minoriteten har altid retten.
The majority has the might — more's the pity — but it hasn't right. I am right — I and one or two other individuals like me. The minority is always right.
Act IV
The common people are nothing more than the raw material of which a People is made.
Dr. Stockmann, Act IV
En skulde aldrig ha’ sine bedste buxer på, når en er ude og strider for frihed og sandhed.
You should never wear your best trousers when you go out to fight for freedom and truth.
Dr. Stockmann, Act V
Robert Farquharson translation
Sagen er den, ser I, at den stærkeste mand i verden, det er han, som står mest alene.
You see, the point is that the strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone.
Always do that, wild ducks do. They shoot to the bottom as deep as they can get, sir — and bite themselves fast in the tangle and seaweed — and all the devil's own mess that grows down there. And they never come up again.
Ekdal, Act II
A marriage based on full confidence, based on complete and unqualified frankness on both sides; they are not keeping anything back; there's no deception underneath it all. If I might so put it, it's an agreement for the mutual forgiveness of sin.
Hjalmar, Act IV
Forget that foreign word "ideals." We have that good old native word: "lies."
Relling, Act V
Tar De livsløgnen fra et gennemsnitsmenneske, så tar De lykken fra ham med det samme.
If you take the life lie from an average man, you take away his happiness as well.
Oh courage...oh yes! If only one had that...Then life might be livable, in spite of everything.
Hedda, Act II
Back he'll come...With vine leaves in his hair. Flushed and confident.
Hedda, Act II
Mrs. Elvsted: You have some hidden motive in this, Hedda! Hedda: Yes, I have. I want for once in my life to have power to mold a human destiny. Mrs. Elvsted: Have you not the power? Hedda: I have not—and never had it. Mrs. Elvsted: Not your husband's? Hedda: Do you think it's worth the trouble? Oh, if only you could understand how poor I am. And fate has made you so rich!
Act II
Everything I touch seems destined to turn into something mean and farcical.
Hedda, Act IV
Men, gud sig forbarme,—sligt noget gír man da ikke!
People who don't know how to keep themselves healthy ought to have the decency to get themselves buried, and not waste time about it.
Ulfhejm, in Act I
When we dead awaken. … We see that we have never lived.
Irene, in Act II
The real pioneers in ideas, in art and in literature have remained aliens to their time, misunderstood and repudiated. And if, as in the case of Zola, Ibsen and Tolstoy, they compelled their time to accept them, it was due to their extraordinary genius and even more so to the awakening and seeking of a small minority for new truths, to whom these men were the inspiration and intellectual support. Yet even to this day Ibsen is unpopular, while Poe, Whitman and Strindberg have never "arrived."