You love your work. God help ...

You love your work. God help you, you love it! And thats the curse. That\'s the brand on your forehead for all of them to see. You love it and they know it, and they know they have you. Do you ever look at the people in the street? Aren\'t you afraid of them? I am. They move past you and they wear hats and they carry bundles. But that\'s not the substance of them. The substance of them is hatred for any man who loves his work. That\'s the only kind they fear. I don\'t know why
You love your work. God help you, you love it! And thats the curse. That's the brand on your forehead for all of them to see. You love it and they know it, and they know they have you. Do you ever look at the people in the street? Aren't you afraid of them? I am. They move past you and they wear hats and they carry bundles. But that's not the substance of them. The substance of them is hatred for any man who loves his work. That's the only kind they fear. I don't know why
 Ayn Rand

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A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others.
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The truth is not for all men, but only for those who seek it.
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The action required to sustain human life is primarily intellectual; everything man needs has to be discovered by his mind and produced by his effort.
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If you want to know the one reason that's taking me back, I'll tell you: I cannot bring myself to abandon to destruction all the greatness of the world, all that which was mine and yours, which was made by us and is still ours by right - because I cannot believe that men refuse to see, that they can remain blind and deaf to us forever, when the truth is ours and their lives depend on accepting it.
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Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil. That sentence is the leper's bell of an approaching looter. So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another--their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun.
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