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Money demands of you the recognition that men must work for their own benefit, not their injury; for their gain, not their loss - the recognition that they are not beasts of burden born to carry the weight of your misery - that you must offer them value, not wounds - that the common bond among men is not the exchange of suffering, but the exchange of goods.
Money demands that you sell, not your weakness to men's stupidity, but your talent to their reason; it demands that you buy, not the shoddiest they have to offer, but the best money can find.
Money will not purchase happiness for the man who has no concept of what he wants.
Money will not give him a code of values if he's evaded the knowledge of what to value.
However, it is a self-contained literary masterpiece in its own right.
For these reasons it may be a good idea to publish it separately.
At any rate, you have been forewarned, and should be prepared for the attack of looters on We still don't know whether the 911 forewarning of Juno Moneta about the approaching collapse of society has been in vain or, perhaps, there is enough moral rectitude left in America's political and economic leadership to denounce globalization, and open the Mint to gold, in order to avert the coming tragedy. Money is the material shape of the principle that men who wish to deal with one another must do so by trade, and give value for value. When you accept money in payment for your effort, you do so on the conviction that you will be able to exchange it for the products of the effort of others.
Money is not the tool of the moochers, who claim your product by tears, or of the looters, who take it from you by force. It is neither the moochers nor the looters who give value to money.
It is the man of best judgment and highest ability that wins, and his reward is commensurate with his productivity. It will take you wherever you wish, but will not replace you as the driver.
Money is a living power that dies without its root. The verdict you pronounce upon the source of your livelihood is the verdict you pronounce upon your life. By catering to fools, in the hope of getting more than you deserve? Then all the things you buy will become, not a tribute to you but a reproach; not an achievement but a reminder of shame. Evil, because it will not pander to your self-respect?
Money will not serve the mind that cannot match it. If the source is corrupt, you have damned your own existence. Evil, because it would not let you enjoy your depravity? Money will always remain an effect and refuse to replace you as the cause.
Millions of people who have read Ayn Rand's 1957 monumental work "Atlas Shrugged" must have been impressed by an insert that could be entitled "Hymn to Money".
This insert is buried in the 1600 pages of the novel and is difficult to find.