Look for The Fountainhead. Life is given to him, survival is not. His body is given to him, its sustenance is not. His mind is given to him, its content is not. To remain alive, he must think.
Man is a being of volitional consciousness.
Love is the expression of one's values, the greatest reward you can earn for the qualities you have achieved in your character and person, the emotional price paid by one man for the joy he receives from the virtues of another. It does not matter that only a few in each generation will grasp and achieve the full reality of man's proper stature-and that the rest will betray it. It is those few that move the world and give life its meaning. And no one came to say that your life belongs to you and that the good is to live it. Your fear of death is not a love for life and will not give you the knowledge to keep it.