Look, Gail." Roark got up, reached out, tore a thick branch off a tree, held it in both hands, one fist closed at each end; then, his wrists and knuckles tensed against the resistance, he bent the branch slowly into an arc. "Now I can make what I want of it: a bow, a spear, a cane, a railing. That's the meaning of life." "Your strength?" "Your work." He tossed the branch aside. "The material the earth offers you and what you make of it . . .

Whatever their future, at the dawn of their lives, men seek a noble vision of man's nature and of life's potential.

I would step in the way of a bullet if it were aimed at my husband. It is not self-sacrifice to die protecting that which you value: If the value is great enough, you do not care to exist without it.

The ladder of success is best climbed by stepping on the rungs of opportunity.

Capitalism is a social system based on the recognition of individual rights, including property rights, in which all property is privately owned.

By what he chooses to present and by how he presents it, any author expresses his fundamental, metaphysical values.

To demand 'sense' is the hallmark of nonsense. Nature does not make sense. Nothing makes sense.