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

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

The only pride of her workday was not that it had been lived, but that it had been survived. It was wrong, she thought, it was viciously wrong that one should ever be forced to say that about any hour of one's life.

If the rest of them can survive only by destroying us, then why should we wish them to survive? . . . Nothing can make it moral to destroy the best. One can't be punished for being good. One can't be penalized for ability.

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.

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