Quotes from Ayn Rand

She sat looking at him as she always did; her glance had tenderness without scorn and sadness without pity.

Escribía que la arquitectura era verdaderamente la mayor de todas las artes, porque era anónima como toda grandeza. Decía que, tal como debía ser, el mundo tenía muchos edificios famosos, pero pocos arquitectos renombrados, puesto que en realidad ningún hombre individual había creado nunca nada de importancia, en arquitectura ni en cualquier otra disciplina.

settle down into a job that requires less than your mind's full capacity is to cut your motor and sentence yourself to another kind of motion: decay—that

Did it ever occur to you that I have a life to live - in my spare time? The Soviet State recognizes no life but that of a social class.

los brutos, particulares o públicos, convencidos de que pueden gobernar a sus mejores por la fuerza, aprenderán la lección de lo que ocurre cuando la fuerza bruta tropieza con la inteligencia y con la fuerza aliadas.

And if I'll see you smile with admiration at a new copper smelter that I built, it will be another form of what I felt when I lay in bed beside you. Will I want to sleep with you? Desperately. Will I envy the man who does? Sure. But what does that matter? It's so much—just to have you here, to love you and to be alive.

You're afraid to see where it's leading. I'm not. I'll tell you. The world of the future. The world I want. A world of obedience and of unity. A world where the thought of each man will not be his own, but an attempt to guess the thought in the brain of his neighbor who'll have no thought of his own but an attempt to guess the thought of the next neighbor who'll have no thought—and so on, Peter, around the globe.

were she lying crushed under the ruins of a building, were she torn by the bomb of an air raid, so long as she was still in existence she would know that action is man's foremost obligation, regardless of anything he feels...

There was no such person as Mrs. Wayne Wilmot; there was only a shell containing the opinions of her friends, the picture postcards she had seen, the novels of country squires she had read; it was this that he had to address, this immateriality which could not hear him or answer, deaf and impersonal like a wad of cotton.

he watched it with curiosity. It was strange to be conscious of another person's existence, to feel it as a close, urgent necessity; a necessity without qualifications, neither pleasant nor painful, merely final like an ultimatum.

El camino queda expedito -dijo-. Hemos de regresar al mundo. Y levantando la mano sobre la desolada tierra, trazó en el espacio el signo del dólar.

Los que usted compra, no valen un comino, porque siempre habrá alguien capaz de ofrecerle más.

the proof of an achieved self-esteem is your soul's shudder of contempt and rebellion against the role of a sacrificial animal, against the vile impertinence of any creed that proposes to immolate the irreplaceable value which is your consciousness and the incomparable glory which is your existence

Love and friendship are profoundly personal, selfish values: love is an expression and assertion of self-esteem, a response to one's own values in the person of another. One gains a profoundly personal, selfish joy from the mere existence of the person one loves. It is one's own personal, selfish happiness that one seeks, earns and derives from love.

his convictions to the wishes of others, be it the whole

Meritocracy" is an old anti-concept and one of the most contemptible package-deals. By means of nothing more than its last five letters, that word obliterates the difference between mind and force: it equates the men of ability with political rulers, and the power of their creative achievements with political power.

it was the security of being first, with full sight and full knowledge of one's course—not the blind sense of being pulled into the unknown by some unknown power ahead. It was the greatest sensation of existence: not to trust, but to know.

They keep telling you what it is not, but never tell you what it is.

El hombre existe para la consecución de sus deseos.

They stopped and looked at each other. She knew, only when he did it, that she had known he would. He seized her, she felt her lips in his mouth, felt her arms grasping him in violent answer...

God is non-man, heaven is non-earth, soul is non-body, virtue is non-profit. A is non-A, perception is non-sensory, knowledge is non-reason. Their definitions are not acts of defining, but of wiping out.

She nodded silently, unable to name as joy any part of the things she felt.

The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.

I have no private purpose. I want power. I want my world of the future. Let all live for all. Let all sacrifice and none profit. Let all suffer and none enjoy. Let progress stop. Let all stagnate. There's equality in stagnation. All subjugated to the will of all. Universal slavery—without even the dignity of a master. Slavery to slavery. A great circle—and a total equality. The world of the future.