I want it real. I want to know that there is someone, somewhere, who wants it, too. Or else what is the use of seeing it, and working, and burning oneself for an impossible vision? A spirit, too, needs fuel. It can run dry
If a dedication page were to precede the total of my work, it would read:To the glory of Man.
...only the pleasure which proceeds from a rational value judgement can be regarded as moral, pleasure, as such, is not a guide to action nor a standard of morality.
When men abandon reason, physical force becomes their only means of dealing with one another and of settling disagreements.
The man who does not value himself, cannot value anything or anyone.