...if men are to be ruled, then the enemy is reason.

She stood at the window, her arms spread wide, holding on to each side of the frame, it was as if she held a piece of the city.

I cannot stand Tolstoy, and reading him was the most boring literary duty I ever had to perform, his philosophy and his sense of life are not merely mistaken, but evil, and yet, from a purely literary viewpoint, on his own terms, I have to evaluate him as a good writer.

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

What whip lashed them to their knees in shame and submission? The worship of the word "We.

Until 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.

Don't rely on our knowledge of what's best for your future. We do know, but it can't be best until you know it.