Poets loved the full moon; they wrote thousands of poems about it, but it was the new moon that Veronika loved best because there was still room for it to grow, to expand, to fill the whole of its surface with light before its inevitable decline.

Superior strength is found in the long run to lie with those who had right on their side.

I have a great legacy, tarnished somewhat by the move.

There is no room for the love of others within the tight, crowded miser’s hole of a private ego. Be empty in order to be filled. ’He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life in this world shall keep it unto life eternal.

Written By Ayn Rand

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