You knew better than that. And it's such an old one to me. My antisocial stubbornness is so well-known that I didn't think anyone would waste time trying to tempt me again.

Ayn Rand

Ayn Rand

Profession: Author
Nationality: American

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Listen, here's something we can do: we can look at the moon, sometimes - and, you know, it's the same moon everywhere - and we would be looking at the same thing together that way, you see?

Keating felt naked...People were his protection against people. Roark had no sense of people. Others gave Keating a feeling of his own value. Roark gave him nothing.

Miss Taggart, he said, with an odd note of sternness in his voice, just remember that he represented a code of existence which—for a brief span in all human history—drove slavery out of the civilized world. Remember it, when you feel baffled by the nature of his enemies.

Those whom he kept for a month became his friends for life. They did not call themselves friends; they did not praise him to outsiders; they did not talk about him. They knew only, in a dim way, that it was not loyalty to him, but to the best within themselves.

And the desire would never be satisfied, except by a being of equal greatness.

The freedom of speech of private individuals includes the right to not agree, not to listen, and not to finance one's own antagonists.

Because happiness was the greatest agent pf purification.

His face gave her nothing in answer: it had that look of respectful severity with which a man stands before the fact that the truth is the truth.

Most people go to very great length in order to convince themselves of their self-respect. Yes. And, of course, a quest for self-respect is proof of its lack.

I'll be afraid only on a day that will never come. The day when I give up.

Your life, your achievement, your happiness, your person are of paramount importance. Live up to your highest vision of yourself no matter what the circumstances you might encounter. An exalted view of self-esteem is a man's most admirable quality.

All public projects are mausoleums, not always in shape, but always in cost.

As she looked at him, her dark gray eyes went slowly from astonishment to stillness, then to a strange expression that resembled a look of weariness, except that it seemed to reflect much more than the endurance of this one moment.

Roark stood before them as each man stands in the innocence of his own mind. But Roark stood like that before a hostile crowd—and they knew suddenly that no hatred was possible to him.