If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater his effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders - What would you tell him?" Iโฆdon't know. Whatโฆcould he do? What would you tell him?" To shrug.
Ayn RandMany words have been granted me, and some are wise, and some are false, but only three are holy: "I will it!
Ayn RandDon't worry. They're all against me. But I have one advantage: they don't know what they want. I do.
Ayn Rand