Never Think Of Pain Or Danger Or

There Is No Such Thing As A Lousy Job - Only Lousy Men Who Don't Care To Do It.

What Is Man? He's Just A Collection Of Chemicals With Delusions Of Grandeur.

But You See," Said Roark Quietly, "i Have, Let’s Say, Sixty Years To Live. Most Of That Time Will Be Spent Working. I’ve Chosen The Work I Want To Do. If I Find No Joy In It, Then I’m Only Condemning Myself To Sixty Years Of Torture. And I Can Find The Joy Only If I Do My Work In The Best Way Possible To Me. But The Best Is A Matter Of Standards—and I Set My Own Standards. I Inherit Nothing. I Stand At The End Of No Tradition. I May, Perhaps, Stand At The Beginning Of One.

No Speech Is Ever Considered, But Only The Speaker. It's So Much Easier To Pass Judgement On A Man Than On An Idea.

To Be Free, A Man Must Be Free Of His Brothers. That Is Freedom. That And Nothing Else.