Well, if I asked people whether they believed in life, they'd never understand what I meant. It's a bad question. It can mean so much that it really means nothing. So I ask them if they believe in God...
We cannot say what they meant, for there are no words for their meaning, but we know it without words and we knew it then.
To me-the foulest man on earth, more contemptible than a criminal, is the man who rejects men for being too good.
To be free, a man must be free of his brothers. That is freedom. This and nothing else.
To abstain from condemning a torturer, is to become an accessory to the torture and murder of his victims.
To a life; which is reason unto itself.
There was no such person as Mrs. Wayne Wilmot; there was only a shell containing the opinions of her friends, the picture post cards she had seen, the novels of country squires she had read; it was th...
The sight of an achievement was the greatest gift a human being could offer to others.
The secrets of this earth are not for all men to see, but only for those who will seek them (pg. 52).
The precept: Judge not, that ye be not judged . . . is an abdication of moral responsibility: it is a moral blank check one gives to others in exchange for a moral blank check one expects for oneself....
The necessary consequence of man's right to life is his right to self-defense. In a civilized society, force may be used only in retaliation and only against those who initiate its use. All the reason...
The man who damns money has obtained it dishonorably; the man who respects it has earned it.
The audience looked at him. They felt he had no chance. They could drop the nameless resentment, the sense of insecurity which he aroused in most people. And so, for the first time, they could see him...
She was twelve years old when she told Eddie Willers that she would run the railroad when they grew up. She was fifteen when it occurred to her for the first time that women did not run railroads and...
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.
Only if one feels immensely important she had told him, can one feel truly light.
One loses everything when one loses one's sense of humor.
Now I don’t see anything evil in a desire to make money. But money is only a means to some end. If a man wants it for a personal purpose — to invest in his industry, to create, to study, to travel, to...
Neither am I the means to any end others may wish to accomplish. I am not a tool for their use. I am not a servant of their needs. I am not a bandage for their wounds. I am not a sacrifice on their al...
Miss Taggart, do you know the hallmark of the second-rater? It's resentment of another man's achievement. Those touchy mediocrities who sit trembling lest someone's work prove greater than their own-t...