Anthem

by Ayn Rand

we wish to speak for once to no ears but our own.

And we thought then, standing in the square, that the likeness of a Saint was the face we saw before us in the flames, the face of the Transgressor of the Unspeakable Word.

So long a road lies before us, and what care we if we must travel it alone!

For this wire is as a part of our body, as a vein torn from us, glowing with our blood.