Every form has its own meaning. Every man creates his meaning and form and goal. Why is it so important - what others have done? Why does it become sacred by the mere fact of not being your own? Why is anyone and everyone right - so long as it's not yourself? Why does the number of those others take the place of truth? Why is truth made a mere matter of arithmetic - and only of addition at that? Why is everything twisted out of all sense to fit everything else? There must be some reason. I don't know. I've never known it. I'd like to understand.

Sacrifice is the surrender of that which you value in favor of which you dont

It is not fools that I seek to address.

Do not consider Collectivists as "sincere but deluded idealists". The proposal to enslave some men for the sake of others is not an ideal; brutality is not "idealistic," no matter what its purpose. Do not ever say that the desire to "do good" by force is a good motive. Neither power-lust nor stupidity are good motives.

She knew that even pain can be confessed, but to confess happiness is to stand naked, delivered to the witness.

every man is free to rise as far as he's able or willing, but the degree to which he thinks determines the degree to which he'll rise.

Pride is the recognition of the fact that you are your own highest value and, like all of man's values, it has to be earned.