That which exists possesses identity; he could keep it out of existence by refusing to identify it.

When she had gone upstairs, he walked to a window and stood looking up at the sky. His head thrown back, he felt the pull of his throat muscles and he wondered whether the peculiar solemnity of looking at the sky comes, not from what one contemplates, but from that uplift of one's head.

... reason accepts no commandments.

I'm working to improve my methods, and every hour I save is an hour added to my life.

The smallest minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities.

Volumes can be and have been written about the issue of freedom versus dictatorship, but, in essence, it comes down to a single question: do you consider it moral to treat men as sacrificial animals and to rule them by physical force?

She's a writer. The kind of writer who wouldn't be published outside. She believes that when one deals with words, one deals with the mind.