A world made to be lost, — A bitter life 'twixt pain and nothing tost. - William Morris

Thus then lived this folk in much plenty and ease of life, though not delicately nor desiring things out of measure. They wrought with their hands and wearied themselves; and they rested from their toil and feasted and were merry: to-morrow was not a burden to them, nor yesterday a thing which they would fain forget: life shamed them not, nor did death make them afraid.

En résumé, [à toutes les époque], le meilleur artiste restait encore un artisan, le plus humble des artisans était un artiste.

My work is, ... to bring before people's eyes the image of the thing my heart is filled with.