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    Ayn Rand
    “The hardest thing to explain is the glaringly evident which everybody has decided not to see.”
    Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

  • #2
    Ayn Rand
    “My happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose.”
    Ayn Rand, Anthem

  • #3
    Ayn Rand
    “If you tell a beautiful woman that she is beautiful, what have you given her? It's no more than a fact and it has cost you nothing. But if you tell an ugly woman that she is beautiful, you offer her the great homage of corrupting the concept of beauty. To love a woman for her virtues is meaningless. She's earned it, it's a payment, not a gift. But to love her for her vices is a real gift, unearned and undeserved. To love her for her vices is to defile all virtue for her sake - and that is a real tribute of love, because you sacrifice your conscience, your reason, your integrity and your invaluable self-esteem.”
    Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

  • #4
    Ayn Rand
    “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.”
    Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

  • #5
    Oliver Sacks
    “We speak not only to tell other people what we think, but to tell ourselves what we think. Speech is a part of thought.”
    Oliver Sacks, Seeing Voices

  • #6
    Lewis Carroll
    “If you don't know where you are going any road can take you there”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

  • #7
    “When I was a tadpole and you were a fish
    In the Paleozoic time,
    And side by side on the ebbing tide,
    We sprawled through the ooze and slime,
    Or skittered with many a caudal flip,
    Through the depths of the Cambrian fen,
    My heart was rife with the joy of life,
    For I loved you even then.

    Mindless we lived and mindless we loved,
    And mindless at last we died,
    And deep in a rift of the caradoc drift,
    We slumbered side by side,
    The world turned on in the lathe of time,
    The hot lands heaved amain,
    Till we caught our breath from the womb of death,
    And crept into light again.”
    Langdon Smith, Evolution, a Fantasy



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