And no one rose to ask the question: Good?-by what standard?John Galt.

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

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

We are on strike, we, the men of the mind.We are on strike against self-immolation. We are on strike against the creed of unearned rewards and unrewarded duties. We are on strike against the dogma that the pursuit of one's happiness is evil. We are on strike against the doctrine that life is guilt.

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

He stepped to the window and pointed to the skyscrapers of the city. He said that we had to extinguish the lights of the world, and when we would see the lights of New York go out, we would know that our job was done.