CCXXXVIII If Heaven would give me ten years more ... if Heaven would give me only five years more ... I might become a really great painter. Hokusai. CCXXXIX I will have my Bed to be a Bed of Honour, and cannot die in a better Posture than with my Pencil in my Hand. Lucas of Leyden. CCXL Adieu! I go above to see if friend Corot has found me new landscapes to paint. Daubigny (on his death-bed). CCXLI Leaving my brush in the city of the East, I go to gaze on the divine landscapes of the Paradise of the West. Hiroshige (on his death-bed). CCXLII Much will hereafter be written about subjects and refinements of painting. Sure am I that many notable men will arise, all of whom will write both well and better about this art and will teach it better than I. For I myself hold my art at a very mean value, for I know what my faults are. Let every man therefore strive to better these my errors according to his powers. DÜrer. CCXLIII I should be sorry if I had any earthly fame, for whatever natural glory a man has is so much detracted from his spiritual glory. I wish to do nothing for profit; I want nothing; I am quite happy. Blake. |