That love is reverence, and worship, and glory, and the upward glance. Not a bandage for dirty sores. But they donโt know it. Those who speak of love most promiscuously are the ones whoโve never felt it. They make some sort of feeble stew out of sympathy, compassion, contempt, and general indifference, and they call it love. Once youโve felt what it means to love as you and I know it โ the total passion for the total height โ youโre incapable of anything less.
Ayn RandUntil and unless you discover that money is the root of all good, you ask for your own destruction. When money ceases to become the means by which men deal with one another, then men become the tools of other men. Blood, whips and guns--or dollars. Take your choice--there is no other.
Ayn Rand