I would step in the way of a bullet if it were aimed at my husband. It is not self-sacrifice to die protecting that which you value: If the value is great enough, you do not care to exist without it.
Love is the expression of one’s values, the greatest reward you can earn for the moral qualities you have achieved in your character and person, the emotional price paid by one man for the joy he receives from the virtues of another.
To say ‘I love you’ one must first be able to say the ‘I.’
You know what you are actually in love with? Integrity. The impossible. The clean, consistent, reasonable, self-faithful, the all-of-one-style, like a work of art.
You have been the one encounter in my life that can never be repeated.
An emotion as much tells you nothing about reality, beyond the fact that something makes you feel something.
Don’t fool yourself, my dear. You’re much worse than a bitch. You’re a saint. Which shows why saints are dangerous and undesirable.
I could die for you. But I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, live for you.
She thought how strange it would be if she ever said ‘Hello’ to him. One did not greet oneself each morning.
Freedom (n.): To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing.
The hardest thing to explain is the glaringly evident which everybody has decided not to see.
Did you get your money by fraud? By pandering to men’s vices or men’s stupidity? By catering to fools, in the hope of getting more than your ability deserves? By lowering your standards? By doing work you despise for purchasers you scorn? If so, then your money will not give you a moment’s or a penny’s worth of joy. Then all the things you buy will become, not a tribute to you, but a reproach; not an achievement, but a reminder of shame.
Just as man can’t exist without his body, so no rights can exist without the right to translate one’s rights into reality, to think, to work and keep the results, which means: the right of property.
If a life could have a theme song – and I believe every worthwhile one has – mine is a religion, an obsession, a mania or all of these expressed in one word – individualism. I was born with that obsession, and I’ve never seen and do not know now a cause more worthy, more misunderstood, more seemingly hopeless and tragically needed.
Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil. That sentence is the leper’s bell of an approaching looter.
To say “I love you” one must know first how to say the “I”.
If you want to know the one reason that’s taking me back, I’ll tell you: I cannot bring myself to abandon to destruction all the greatness of the world, all that which was mine and yours, which was made by us and is still ours by right – because I cannot believe that men refuse to see, that they can remain blind and deaf to us forever, when the truth is ours and their lives depend on accepting it. . . . So long as men desire to live, I cannot lose my battle.
For the coming of that day shall I fight, I and my sons and my chosen friends. For the freedom of Man. For his rights. For his life. For his honor.
I guard my treasures: my thought, my will, my freedom. And the greatest of these is freedom.
We stood together for a long time. And we were frightened that we had lived for twenty-one years and had never known what joy is possible to men.