The leaves streamed down, trembling in the sun. They were not green, only a few, scattered through the torrent, stood out in single drops of green so bright and pure that it hurt the eyes; the rest were not a color, but a light, the substance of fire on metal, living sparks without edges. And it looked as if the forest were a spread of light boiling slowly to produce this color, the green rising in small bubbles, the condensed essence of spring. The trees met, blending over the road and the spots of sun on the ground moved with the shifting of the branches, like a conscious caress.

Civilization does not have to perish. The brutes are winning only by default.

A rational man knows-or makes it a point to discover-the source of his emotions, the basic premises from which they come.

We are one...alone...and only...and we love you who are one...alone...and only. We looked into each other's eyes and we knew the breath of a miracle had touched us, and fled, and left us groping vainly. And we felt torn, torn for some word we could not find.

"You were not born to be a second-hander." Howard Roark to Gail Wynand in "The Fountainhead"

Rationalization is a process of not perceiving reality, but of attempting to make reality fit one’s emotions.

The fight we are in here, make no mistake about it, is a fight of individualism versus collectivism.