Flesh that had cried in ecstasy, eyes that had burned him with their desire, the voice that had charmed him because it played no tricks of subtle control—all gone, back into the water and the sand.

What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?

ستصير كفيفا، لاتخشى أمرا ما، إن ما ‏سوف تراه يشبه نهاية طويلة لليلة صيف

I had felt no hatred in all the years when they rejected me. If my work was new, I had to give them time to learn, if I took pride in being first to break a trail to a height of my own, I had no right to complain if others were slow to follow.

Written By Ayn Rand

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