“It’s no use, lady,” said the old bum beside her.
She had to raise her head. She had to smile in amusement, at him and at herself.
“It isn’t?” she asked.
“No. Forget it. You’re only fooling yourself.”
“About anything being worth a damn. It’s dust, lady, all of it, dust and blood. Don’t believe the dreams they pump you full of, and you won’t get hurt.”
“The stories they tell you when you’re young—about the human spirit. There isn’t any human spirit. Man is just a low-grade animal, without intellect, without soul, without virtues or moral values. An animal with only two capacities: to eat and to reproduce.”
– Atlas Shrugged