Then you will see the rise of the men of the double standard—the men who live by force, yet count on those who live by trade to create the value of their looted money—the men who are the hitchhikers of virtue.
A moment or an eternity—did it matter? Life, undefeated, existed and could exist.
When he did not smile, his face looked inanimate, only his eyes remained alive, active with a cold, brilliant clarity of perception.
People want nothing but mirrors around them. To reflect them while they're reflecting too ... Reflections of reflections and echoes of echoes. No beginning and no end. No center and no purpose.
A political battle is merely a skirmish fought with muskets; a philosophical battle is a nuclear war.
The statue was of a young man with a tall, gaunt body and an angular face. He held his head as if he faced a challenge and found joy in his capacity to meet it. All that Dagny wanted of life was contained in the desire to hold her head as he did.