Atlas Shrugged

"What is morality?" she asked.

"Judgment to distinguish right and wrong, vision to see the truth, courage to act upon it, dedication to that which is good, integrity to stand by the good at any price. But where does one find it?"

He thought suddenly that there was some phrase, a kind of quotation, that expressed what the calendar seemed to suggest.

I keep thinking of what they told us in school about the sun losing energy, growing colder each year. I remember wondering, then, what it would be like in the last days of the world. I think it would be ... like this. Growing colder and things stopping

was the hurry of me

who knew where they were going and were eager to get there

was the hurry of me

was the hurry of men

was the hurry of men

He could not understand why—he thought it was an obscene conflict, the sign of some secret depravity within him—why he felt, at the same time, a profound pride at the thought of granting to a woman the title of his wife. The feeling was solemn and shining; it was almost as if he felt that he wished to honor a woman by the act of possessing her.

"Man? What is man? He's just a collection of chemicals with delusions of grandeur,"