Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.

Every work of art is an uncommitted crime.

People have so manipulated the concept of freedom that it finally boils down to the right of the stronger and richer to take from the weaker and poorer whatever they still have.

Once the last trace of emotion has been eradicated, nothing remains of thought but absolute tautology.

Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.

There is no love that is not an echo.

Knowledge, which is power, knows no limits, either in its enslavement of creation or in its deference to worldly masters.

The power of the culture industry's ideology is such that conformity has replaced consciousness

For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.

True thoughts are those alone which do not understand themselves.

Freedom would be not to choose between black and white but to abjure such prescribed choices.

If you believe what you say, words become reality.

God is not blind. He knows about you and your problems. He knows of those who are suffering . . . and His love for His children will never leave in times of trouble.

The word love has always tasted like the scent of fresh ink and soft paper to me. Like a newly written poem.

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.

There have been a couple of jobs I've done without thinking, without being engaged, and they just stink.

You should know that there are some things for which there are no answers, no matter how beautiful the words may be.

I think you either live a real life or you live a weird celebrity pseudolife. I think I lead a really real life.

I have come to realize it's not the QUANTITY of LOVE but instead the QUALITY

I think photojournalism is documentary photography with a purpose.