Why Does It Feel Like There’s No Longer A Place For The Howard Roarks Of This World?

“The Client,” said the Dean.  ‘The Client.  Think of that above all.  He’s the one to live in the house you build.  Your only purpose is to serve him.  You must aspire to give the proper artistic expression to his wishes.  Isn’t that all one can say on the subject?”

“Well, I could say that I aspire to build for my client the most comfortable, the most logical, the most beautiful house that can be built.  I could say that I must try to see him the best I have and also teach him to know the best.  I could say it, but I won’t.  Because I don’t intend to build in order to serve or help anyone.  I don’t intend to build in order to have clients.  I intend to have clients in order to build.”
“How do you propose to force your ideas on them?”
“I don’t propose to force or be forced.  Those who want me will come to me.”
Then the Dean understood what had puzzled him in Roark’s manner.
“You know,” he said, “you would sound much more convincing if you spoke as if you cared whether I agreed with you or not.
“That’s true,” said Roark.  “I don’t care whether you agree with me or not.”