“No one can ever love us quite so much as we love ourselves.”

“Love and hate are so confused in your savage minds and the vibrations of the one are so very like those of the other that I can't always distinguish. You see, we neither love nor hate in my world. We simply have hobbies.”

“Love it or loathe it, you can never leave it or lose it.”

“Because there is no cosmic point to the life that each of us perceives on this distant bit of dust at galaxy's edge, all the more reason for us to maintain in proper balance what we have here. Because there is nothing else. Nothing. This is it. And quite enough, all in all.”

“How hungrily we read about ourselves!”

“Nothing human is finally calculable; even to ourselves we are strange.”

“Miss Rand now tells us that what we have thought was right is really wrong. The lesson should have read: One for one and none for all.”