What folly!' he said, bitterly.

'We are all still groping among the ruins.' 'No, no! Build a new Palace of Beauty--and bring everybody in--out of the rain.' 'Ridiculous!' he declared, with sparkling eyes.

Art and pleasure were only for the few.

Try and spread them, make current coin of them, and they vanished like fairy gold.
'So only the artist may be happy ?' 'The artist is never happy!' he said, roughly.

'But the few people who appreciate him and rob him, enjoy themselves.