He loved the wheel of a car as he loved his desk in the office of the Banner: both gave him the same sense of a dangerous monster let loose under the expert direction of his fingers.

Part Four, 'Howard Roark' ch. 5

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And what, incidentally, do you think integrity is? The ability not to pick a watch out of your neighbor’s pocket? No, it’s not as easy as that. If that were all, I’d say that ninety-five percent of humanity were honest, upright men. Only, as you can see, they aren’t. Integrity is the ability to stand by an idea.

A thing is not high if one can reach it; it is not great if one can reason about it; it is not deep if one can see its bottom.

One did not stress total ignorance of a subject if one were in total ignorance of it.

There was a time when you wouldn’t have admitted that there was anything you couldn’t get.

We are all brothers under the skin-and I, for one, would be willing to skin humanity to prove it.