One must make a living.

But beyond that I ask nothing.

I dare say that I, a poor artist, or you, a man who work for your bread, have more happiness out of life than the owner of that great palace." "Indeed, I think that it is more than likely," the other answered, in a much more conciliatory voice.
"Art," said Robert, warming to the subject, "is her own reward.

What mere bodily indulgence is there which money could buy which can give that deep thrill of satisfaction which comes on the man who has conceived something new, something beautiful, and the daily delight as he sees it grow under his hand, until it stands before him a completed whole?
With my art and without wealth I am happy.

Without my art I should have a void which no money could fill.