You Don't Love Causes. You Don't Love

The Question Isn't Who Is Going To Let Me; It's Who Is Going To Stop Me.

Whoever Claims The Right To Redistribute The Wealth Produced By Others Is Claiming The Right To Treat Human Beings As Chattel.

I Hold That Such A Question Can Never Arise Except In A Society Of Cannibals.

Roark Smiled, "gail, If This Boat Were Sinking, I'd Give My Life To Save You. Not Because It's Any Kind Of Duty. Only Because I Like You, For Reasons And Standards Of My Own. I Could Die For You. But I Couldn't And Wouldn't Live For You.

Words Are A Lens To Focus One's Mind.