Best 26 quotes in «fountainhead quotes» category

I am a man who does not exist for others.

I came here to say that I do not recognize anyone's right to one minute of my life.

Integers are the fountainhead of all mathematics.

Every form of happiness is private. Our greatest moments are personal, self-motivated, not to be touched".

For God is good — or rather, of all goodness He is Fountainhead, and it is impossible for one who is good to be mean or grudging about anything.

It is a sad fact of life that power and fear are the fountainheads of faith.

Men have been taught that it is a virtue to stand together. But the creator is the man who stands alone.

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

Never ask people. Not about your work. Don't you know what you want? How can you stand it, not to know?

One loses everything when one loses one's sense of humor.

Self respect is something that can't be killed. The worst thing is to kill a man's pretense at it.

Show me your achievement, and the knowledge will give me courage for mine.

The great creators-the thinkers, the artists, the scientists, the inventors-stood alone against the men of their time.

The last book I read was the book I've been rereading most of my life, The Fountainhead.

The man who attempts to live for others is a dependent. He is a parasite in motive and makes parasites of those he serves.

Money is therefore not only the object but also the fountainhead of greed.

The miracle is this - the more you give, the more you have.

"You were not born to be a second-hander." Howard Roark to Gail Wynand in "The Fountainhead

Toohey: "Mr. Roark, we're alone here. Why don't you tell me what you think of me? In any words you wish. No one will hear us." Roark: "But I don't think of you.

A busy mind is full of thoughts, a blissful mind is full of ideas.

A conclusive mind cannot be a creative mind.

His life was crowded , public and impersonal as a city square. The friend of humanity had no single private friend. People came to him; he came close to no one. He accepted all. His affection was golden, smooth and even, like a great expanse of sand; there was no wind of discrimination to raise dunes; the sands lay still and the sun stood high. ---Toohey.

How did you know what's been killing me? Slowly, for years, driving me to hate people when I don't want to hate... Have you felt it, too? Have you seen how your best friends love everything about you--except the things that count? And your most important is nothing to them, nothing, not even a sound they can recognize. You mean, you want to hear? You want to know what I do and why I do it, you want to know what I think? It's not boring to you? It's important?

I don't like museums, I like labs.

There's so much nonsense about human inconstancy and the transience of all emotions. I've always thought that a feeling which changes never existed in the first place.

You have been the one encounter in my life that can never be repeated