The Roman Republic was powerful, not because her citizens had the
power to live a vicious life, but because among their number there
were heroic citizens. It is the same with art and science. Art and
science have bestowed much on mankind, but not because their
followers formerly possessed on rare occasions (and now possess on
every occasion) the possibility of getting rid of labor; but because
there have been men of genius, who, without making use of these
rights, have led mankind forward.

The class of learned men and artists, which has advanced, on the
fictitious basis of a division of labor, its demands to the right of
using the labors of others, cannot co-operate in the success of true
science and true art, because a lie cannot bring forth the truth.

We have become so accustomed to these, our tenderly reared or
weakened representatives of mental labor, that it seems to us
horrible that a man of science or an artist should plough or cart
manure. It seems to us that every thing would go to destruction,
and that all his wisdom would be rattled out of him in the cart, and
that all those grand picturesque images which he bears about in his
breast would be soiled in the manure; but we have become so inured
to this, that it does not strike us as strange that our servitor of
science--that is to say, the servant and teacher of the truth--by
making other people do for him that which he might do for himself,
passes half his time in dainty eating, in smoking, in talking, in
free and easy gossip, in reading the newspapers and romances, and in
visiting the theatres. It is not strange to us to see our
philosopher in the tavern, in the theatre, and at the ball. It is
not strange in our eyes to learn that those artists who sweeten and
ennoble our souls have passed their lives in drunkenness, cards, and