It's a story about what's worth fighting for$$$ and how sometimes$$$ even when we fight against very powerful opponents$$$ we can win.

We're all lonely for something we don't know we're lonely for. How else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we've never even met?

Extenuating circumstance to be mentioned on Judgment Day: We never asked to be born in the first place.

If you can do no good$$$ at least do no harm.

Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead.

Men of lofty genius$$$ when they are doing the least work are most active.

I have been impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do.

I'm not sentimental about anything. Life flows by$$$ and you flow with it or you don't. Move on and move out.

Nothing human is finally calculable; even to ourselves we are strange.

Miss Rand now tells us that what we have thought was right is really wrong. The lesson should have read: One for one and none for all.