And, after all, you’ve got to live.”“Not that way,” said Roark.

So you think that money is the root of all evil. Have you ever asked what is the root of all money?

Fear walks through the City, fear without name, without shape. All men feel it and none dare to speak.

Money is the barometer of a society's virtue.

Have you ever felt the longing for someone you could admire? For something, not to look down at, but up to?

Everyone has the right to make his own decisions, but none has the right to force his decision on others.