The crowd of people all gasp a speak in unison, "People of worth live only to eat and drink; worthless people eat and drink only to live."

Every new opinion, at its starting, is precisely in a minority of one. But my time has not yet come, I will go now, away from society. One day the last portrait of Rembrandt and the last bar of Mozart will have ceased to be — though possibly a colored canvas and a sheet of notes will remain — because the last eye and the last ear accessible to their message will have gone. But this eye and this ear will be out with nature.