Words have an exact meaning

A good introductory post to my brain.

From Atlas Shrugged​ by Ayn Rand:

James: What are you after?
Francisco: Money.
James: Don’t you have enough?
Francisco: In his lifetime, every one of my ancestors raised the production of d’Anconia Copper by about ten per cent. I intend to raise it by one hundred.
James: What for?
Francisco: When I die, I hope to go to heaven–whatever the hell that is–and I want to be able to afford the price of admission.
James: Virtue is the price of admission.
Francisco: That’s what I mean, James. So I want to be prepared to claim the greatest virtue of all–that I was a man who made money.
James: Any grafter can make money.
Francisco: James, you ought to discover some day that words have an exact meaning.