The world of the commodity is a world updside-down, which bases itself not upon life but upon the transformation of life into work.
To the body and mind which have been cramped by noxious work or company, nature is medicinal and restores their tone.
Talent finds its models, methods, and ends in society, exists for exhibition, and goes to the soul only for power to work. Genius is its own end, and draws its means and the style of its architecture from within.
I look on that man as happy, who, when there is question of success, looks into his work for a reply.