For many years I thought that it was beauty alone that gave significance to life and that the only purpose that could be assigned to the generations that succeed one another on the face of this crowded earth was to produce an artist now and then.
長年の間、私は美だけが人生に意義を与えてくれるものであり、このごみごみした地上で次々と引き継がれる世代に課せられる唯一の目的とは、時々芸術家を生み出すことだと思っていた。