Ayn Rand Quotes
If It Were True That Men Could Achieve Their Good By Means Of Turning Some Men Into Sacrificial Animals, And I Were Asked To Immolate Myself For The Sake Of Creatures Who Wanted To Survive At The Price Of My Blood, If I Were Asked To Serve The Interests Of Society Apart From, Above And Against My Own - I Would Refuse. I Would Reject It As The Most Contemptible Evil, I Would Fight It With Every Power I Possess, I Would Fight The Whole Of Mankind, If One Minute Were All I Could Last Before I Were Murdered, I Would Fight In The Full Confidence Of The Justice Of My Battle And Of A Living Being's Right To Exist. Let There Be No Misunderstanding About Me. If It Is Now The Belief Of My Fellow Men, Who Call Themselves The Public, That Their Good Requires Victims, Then I Say: The Public Good Be Damned, I Will Have No Part Of It!
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