In a capitalist society, all human relationships are voluntary. Men are free to cooperate or not, to deal with one another or not, as their own individual judgments, convictions and interests dictate.

I would give the greatest sunset in the world for one sight of New York's skyline.

He had a big head and a face so ugly it became almost fascinating.

He walked, groping for a sentence that hung in his mind as an empty shape. He could neither fill it or dismiss it.

I hold that such a question can never arise except in a society of cannibals.

When intellectual leaders fail to foster the best in the mixed, unformed, vacillating character of people at large, the thugs are sure to bring out the worst. When the ablest men turn into cowards, the average men turn into brutes.

To love money is to know and love the fact that money is the creation of the best power within you, and your passkey to trade your effort for the effort of the best among men.