They who command best the ideal, enjoy ever most the real.
See the true artist, when abroad in men's thoroughfares, ever observant, ever diving into the heart, ever alive to the least as to the greatest of the complicated truths of existence; descending to what pedants would call the trivial and the frivolous.

From every mesh in the social web, he can disentangle a grace.

And for him each airy gossamer floats in the gold of the sunlight.

Know you not that around the animalcule that sports in the water there shines a halo, as around the star (The monas mica, found in the purest pools, is encompassed with a halo.

And this is frequent amongst many other species of animalcule.) that revolves in bright pastime through the space?
True art finds beauty everywhere.