"Not all of us."
"You chose manual labour instead, didn't you? But we aren't all made of the stuff you are, Jane."
"It isn't that. It is only that if you worship Godhood, even in yourself, you cannot prostitute it."
"But Baby and you and I must live. Doesn't the motive make any difference, to your mind?"
"We don't have to live in this house with those things about us."
"Yes, we do. The very wells of my soul dry up in poverty and ugliness. I'm not a genius, Jane, I'm only just a talent."
"When I am doing my share, you will be freer to grow, Jerry."
He made no answer to that. He began to put away the canvas.
"Won't you leave it out? Martin and Bobs are coming to dinner, you remember. They would enjoy seeing it."
"Better wait until it's finished," he said, but left it in easy reach.