We'll meet again. We'll meet when years have passed, and years make such a difference, don't they?
I think, therefore I'll think.
There are no contradictions. If you find one, check your premises.
They have taught man that he is a hopeless misfit made of two elements, both symbols of death. A body without a soul is a corpse, a soul without a body is a ghost- yet such is their image of man's nature: the battleground of a struggle between a corpse and a ghost.
We are fast approaching the stage of ultimate inversion: the stage where the government is free to do anything it pleases, while the citizens may act only by permission.
In spiritual issues--(by "spiritual" I mean: "pertaining to man's consciousness")--a trader is a man who does not seek to be loved for his weaknesses or flaws, only for his virtues, and who does not grant his love to the weaknesses or the flaws of others, only to their virtues.
Dagny," he said, "whatever we are, it's we who move the world and it's we who will pull it through.
Into what bottomless, future-less sewer of the unpaid-for? Here, we trade achievements, not failures - values, not needs. We're free of one another, yet we all grow together. Wealth, Dagny? What greater wreath is there than to own your life and to spend it on growing? Everyone living thing must grow. It can't stand still. It must grow or perish.
It [Romanticism] is concerned—in the words of Aristotle—not with things as they are, but with things as they might be and ought to be.
And we know well that there is no transgression blacker than to do or think alone.
There might be some sort of justification for the savage societies in which a man had to expect that enemies could murder him at any moment and had to defend himself as best as he could. But there can be no justification for a society in which a man is expected to manufacture the weapons for his own murderers.
What do you suppose those women are after but the same thing as the chaser—the desire to gain their own value from the number and fame of the men they conquer? Only it's one step phonier, because the value they seek is not even in the actual fact, but in the impression on and the envy of other women.
I think it's a worthy undertaking--to provide a decent apartment for a man who earns fifteen dollars a week. But not at the expense of other men. Not if it raises the taxes, raises all the other rents and makes the man who earns forty live in a rat hole.
Genius is an exaggeration of dimension. So is elephantiasis. Both may be only a disease.
She had nothing to hide from him, nothing to keep unstated, everything was granted, answered, found.
Two things were impossible to him: to stand still or to move aimlessly.
If the majority of men cannot know what is good for them, each for himself, how can they know what is good for others by proxy? If they are to be controlled by specialists, how and by what standard can they choose the specialist?
Nothing can justify injustice.
So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another—their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun.
The source of work? Man's mind...man's reasoning mind.
It [ballet] projects a fragile kind of strength and a certain inflexible precision.