“There are no evil thoughts, Mr. Rearden," Francisco said softly, "except one: the refusal to think.”

“There are no evil thoughts except one; the refusal to think.”

“Evil is the refusal to see one's self in others.”

“I think it may truly said that if you are tired of San Francisco, you are tired of life.”

“Evil that arises out of ordinary thinking and is committed by ordinary people is the norm, not the exception.”

“There was still one response, the greatest, that she had missed. She thought: To find a feeling that would hold, as their sum, as their final expression, the purpose of all the things she loved on earth... To find a consciousness like her own, who would be the meaning of her world, as she would be of his... No, not Francisco d'Anconia, not Hank Rearden, not any man she had ever met or admired... A man who existed only in her knowledge of her capacity for an emotion she had never felt, but would have given her life to experience.”