Theirs is the banner in my hand. And I wish I had the power to tell them that the despair of their hearts was not to be final, and their night was not without hope. For the battle they lost can never be lost. For that which they died to save can never perish. Through all the darkness, through all the shame of which men are capable, the spirit of man will remain alive on this earth. It may sleep, but it will awaken. It may wear chains, but it will break through. And man will go on. Man, not men. ~Equality 7-2521 (as Prometheus), pgs 103-104

She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: This is not the world I expected.

It is the basic, metaphysical fact of man's nature -- the connection between his survival and his use of reason -- that capitalism recognizes and protects.

Money demands that you sell, not your weakness to men's stupidity, but your talent to their reason.

Don't bother to examine a folly-ask yourself only what it accomplishes.

Men have been taught that it is a virtue to stand together. But the creator is the man who stands alone.

Let us destroy, but don't let us pretend that we are commiting an act of virtue.