People said it because other people said it. They did not know why it was being said and heard everywhere. they did not give or ask for reasons.

You love your work. God help you, you love it! And thats the curse. That's the brand on your forehead for all of them to see. You love it and they know it, and they know they have you. Do you ever look at the people in the street? Aren't you afraid of them? I am. They move past you and they wear hats and they carry bundles. But that's not the substance of them. The substance of them is hatred for any man who loves his work. That's the only kind they fear. I don't know why

Every honest man lives for himself. Every man worth calling a man lives for himself. The one who doesn't - doesn't live at all.

The man who speaks to you of sacrifice, speaks of slaves and masters. And intends to be the master.

America's founding Ideal was the principle of individual rights. Nothing more - and nothing less.

It's a rare gift, you know, to feel reverence for your own life and to want the best, the greatest, the highest possible, here, now, for your very own.

Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil. That sentence is the leper's bell of an approaching looter. So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another--their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun.