If there is any one proof of a man's incompetence, it is the stagnant mentality of a worker who, doing some small routine job in a vast undertaking, does not care to look beyond the lever of a machine, does not choose to know how the machine got there or what makes his job possible, and proclaims that the management of the undertaking is parasitical and unnecessary.

Sacrifice is the surrender of that which you value in favor of which you dont

I feel that others live up to me, if they want me.

I like to receive money for my work. But I can pass that up this time. I like to have people know my work is done by me. But I can pass that up. I like to have tenants made happy by my work. But that doesn't matter too much. The only thing that matters, my goal, my reward, my beginning, my end is the work itself. My work done my way. Peter, there's nothing in the world that you can offer me, except this. Offer me this and you can have anything I've got to give. My work done my way. A private, personal, selfish, egotistical motivation. That's the only way I function. That's all I am.

In any compromise between food and poison, it is only death that can win. In any compromise between good and evil, it is only evil that can profit.

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

We are all brothers under the skin - and I, for one, would be willing to skin humanity to prove it.