If you live only for yourself, dying is an especially scary proposition.

They say you thatched your roof and now you must not run out of your house if it rains.

He felt as though he were a prism, gathering up God’s love like white light and scattering it in all directions, and the sensation was nearly physical, as he caught and repeated as much of what everyone said to him as he could, soaking up the music and cadence, the pattern of phonemes on the fly, gravely accepting and repeating Askama’s quiet corrections when he got things wrong.

The alleged short-cut to knowledge, which is faith, is only a short-circuit destroying the mind

Written By Ayn Rand

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