I think he was a little like the lizard that changes color with its surroundings. He appeared far more a gentleman in a gentleman's house. In that inn, I saw him for what he was. And I knew his color there was far more natural than the other.

He used to wonder how such a frail little body could house so much joy, so much goodness. It couldn’t. It spilled out of her, came pouring out her eyes.

he fought the temptation to choose a clear, safe course, warning “That path leads ever down into stagnation.” —

man who rules the mob only as long as he says what the mob wants him to say.

Written By Ayn Rand

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