Are we to paint what&#39;s on the face, what&#39;s inside the face, or what&#39;s behind it?

One writer referred to the problem of pain as “the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.

You are such a chicken. Bock. Bock. Bock." He refused to allow her very bad chicken impression to ruffle his feathers. He was above petty name-calling.

I don’t make comparisons. I never think of myself in relation to anyone else. I just refuse to measure myself as part of anything. I’m an utter egotist.

Written By Ayn Rand

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