My happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose.

She had learned, in the slums of her childhood, that honest people were never touchy about the matter of being trusted.

That which exists possesses identity; he could keep it out of existence by refusing to identify it.

Im waiting, for what, my kind of people, what kind is that, i can tell my kind of people by their faces, by something in their faces.

The man who produces while others dispose of his product is a slave.

I'm not brave enough to be a coward; I see the consequences too clearly.

The action required to sustain human life is primarily intellectual; everything man needs has to be discovered by his mind and produced by his effort.