The fate of the Right in the late modern age is to destroy what remains of the past in a vain attempt to recover it.

We knew not where we were going. We only knew that we must run, run to the end of the world, run to the end of our days.

My mom was sarcastic about men. She would tell me Adam was the rough draft and Eve was the final product. She was a feminist minister, an earth mom who wore a bra only on Sundays.

It’s the person who would sell his soul for a nickel, who is loudest in proclaiming his hatred of money—and he has good reason to hate it. The lovers of money are willing to work for it. They know they are able to deserve it.

Written By Ayn Rand

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