To Crave For Happiness In

The Starving Poet Business Is No Good Nowadays.

Almost Everyone Who Has Gone To The Bad Early In Life Has Had A Deceitful Mother.

It Is Not For A Care-free Existence I Am Fighting, But For The Possibility Of Devoting Myself To The Task Which I Believe And Know Has Been Laid Upon Me By God -- The Work Which Seems To Me More Important And Needful In Norway Than Any Other, That Of Arousing The Nation And Leading It To Think Great Thoughts.

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.

It's Not Only What We Have Inherited From Our Father And Mother That Walks In Us. It's 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 Can't Get Rid Of Them.