Quotes About Individualism

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He was a man who had never accepted the creed that others had the right to stop him. He set his goal and moved toward it...

Here, we trade achievements, not failures—values, not needs. We're free of one another, yet we all grow together.

all claim to an individual taste is bad taste

Barre a un lado a esos místicos corrompidos por el odio, que se presentan como amigos de la humanidad y predican que la más alta virtud que un hombre puede practicar es considerar que su propia vida carece de valor.

Your eyes are as a flame, but our brothers have neither hope nor fire. Your mouth is cut of granite but our brothers are soft and humble. Your head is high, but our brothers cringe. You walk, but our brothers crawl. We wish to be Damned with you, rather than blessed with all our brothers. Do as you please with us, but do not send us away from you.

Politically, statism breeds a swarm of "little Caesars," who are motivated by power-lust. Culturally, statism breeds still lower a species: a swarm of "little Neros," who sing odes to depravity while the lives of their forced audiences go up in smoke.

I swear—by my life and my love of it—that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.

Be it a highwayman who confronts a traveler with the ultimatum: 'Your money or your life,' or a politician who confronts a country with the ultimatum: 'Your children's education or your life,' the meaning of that ultimatum is: 'Your mind or your life'—and neither is possible to man without the other. "If there are degrees

glad to be living. If this is a vice, then we wish no virtue.

they have nothing to fight me with, save the brute force of their numbers. I have my mind.

Your own conscience, conveniently personified in the body of another person and attending to your concern for the less fortunate of this world, thus leaving you free not to attend to it.

The mind is an attribute of the individual. There is no such thing as a collective brain.

Je ne considère pas les collectivistes comme des « idéalistes sincères mais abusés ». La suggestion de réduire en esclavage certains hommes pour le bien d'autres n'est pas un idéal ; la brutalité n'est pas « idéaliste », peu importe son but.

people who listen and don't give a damn, but sit there in order to tell their friends that they have attended a lecture by a famous name. All second-handers.

I went out to become a flame-spotter. I made it my job to watch for those bright flares in the growing night of savagery, which were the men of ability, the men of the mind—to watch their course, their struggle and their agony—and to pull them out, when I knew that they had seen enough.

No, you do not have to live; it is your basic act of choice; but if you choose to live, you must live as a man—by the work and the judgment of your mind.

The moral justification of capitalism is man's right to exist for his own sake, neither sacrificing himself to others nor sacrificing others to himself; it is the recognition that man—every man—is an end in himself, not a means to the ends of others, not a sacrificial animal serving anyone's need.

JURO POR MI VIDA Y MI AMOR POR ELLA, QUE JAMÁS VIVIRÉ PARA NADIE, NI EXIGIRÉ QUE NADIE VIVA PARA MÍ.

To be free, a man must be free of his brothers. That is freedom. That and nothing else.

Przysi?gam — na swoje ?ycie i swoj? mi?o?? do niego — ?e nigdy nie b?d? ?y? dla innego cz?owieka ani prosi? go, by ?y? dla mnie.

conformarse con un trabajo que requiere menos que la plena capacidad de tu mente es apagar tu motor y sentenciarte a la decadencia; de que nuestro trabajo es el proceso de alcanzar nuestros valores, y de que perder nuestra ambición por los valores es perder nuestra ambición de vivir; de que nuestro cuerpo es una máquina, pero nuestra mente es su conductor, y se debe conducir tan lejos como nos lleve nuestra mente

No hay pensamientos malvados, señor Rearden —dijo Francisco suavemente—, excepto uno: negarse a pensar.

Frank was the fuel. He gave me, in the hours of my own days, the reality of that sense of life, which created The Fountainhead--and he helped me to maintain it over a long span of years when there was nothing around us but a gray desert of people and events that evoked nothing but contempt and revulsion. The essence of the bond between us is the fact that neither of us has ever wanted or been tempted to settle for anything less than the world presented in The Fountainhead. We never will.