“My dear fellow, who will let you?""That's not the point. The point is, who will stop me?”

“[Dean] “My dear fellow, who will let you?”[Roark] “That’s not the point. The point is, who will stop me?”

“Do you mean to tell me that you're thinking seriously of building that way, when and if you are an architect?”“Yes.”“My dear fellow, who will let you?”“That’s not the point. The point is, who will stop me?”

“It's not a question of who will allow me to do it, it's a question of who will stop me.”

“Let me give you a tip on a clue to men's characters: the man who damns money has obtained it dishonorably; the man who respects it has earned it.”

“I don't believe it matters to me- that they're going to destroy it. Maybe it hurts so much that I don't even know I'm hurt. But I don't think so. If you want to carry it for my sake, don't carry more than I do. I'm not capable of suffering completely. I never have. It goes only down to a certain point and then it stops. As long as there is that untouched point, it's not really pain.Where does it stop?Where I can think of nothing and feel nothing except that I designed that temple. I built it. Nothing else can seem very important.You shouldn't have built it. You shouldn't have delivered it to the sort of thing they're doing.That doesn't mater. Not even that they'll destroy it. Only that it had existed.”

“Any man, who's afraid of hiring the best ability he can find, is a cheat who's in a business where he doesn't belong. To me-the foulest man on earth, more contemptible than a criminal, is the employer who rejects men for being too good. That's what I've always thought and- say, what are you laughing at?”