Ayn Rand

was the hurry of men

was the hurry of men

was the hurry of me

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

was the hurry of me

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

"If you want my advice, Peter," he said at last, "you've made a mistake already. By asking me. By asking anyone. Never ask people. Not about your work. Don't you know what you want? How can you stand it, not to know?"

Men hate passion, any great passion. Henry Cameron made a mistake: he loved his work. That was why he fought. That was why he lost.

One reaches an age when one can't be burdened with business any longer.

Think of yourself for an hour, but give one minute to the thought of others.