Because, you see, God-whatever anyone chooses to call God-is one’s highest conception of the highest possible. And whoever places his highest conception above his own possibility thinks very little of himself and his life. It’s a rare gift, you know, to feel reverence for your own life and to want the best, the greatest, the highest possible, here, now, for your very own. To imagine a heaven and then not to dream of it, but to demand it.
…there was no guilt in his face, no doubt, nothing but the calm of an inviolate self-confidence.
Maybe you can’t afford to give them a raise, but how can they afford to live when the cost of living has shot sky-high? They’ve got to eat, don’t they?
Do not make the mistake of the ignorant who think that an individualist is a man who says: “I’ll do as I please at everybody else’s expense.
What greater wealth is there than to own your life and to spend it on growing? Every living thing must grow. It can’t stand still. It must grow or perish.
The human shapes moving past him in the streets of the city were physical objects without any meaning.
Ethics is not a mystic fantasy–nor a social convention–nor a dispensable, subjective luxury…Ethics is an objective necessity of man’s survival–not by the grace of the supernatural nor of your neighbors nor of your whims, but the grace of reality and the nature of life.
What subjectivism is in the realm of ethics, collectivism is in the realm of politics. Just as the notion that “anything I do is right because I chose to do it,” is not a moral principle, but a negation of morality–so the notion that “anything society does is right because society chose to do it,” is not a moral principle, but a negation of moral principles an the banishment of morality from social issues.
Roark walked now to these drawings; they were the first things to be packed.
In the eyes of his contemporaries, he was a man who had committed the one unforgivable sin; he was proud of his wealth.