Let him begin his message in the timber lands of Minnesota or the forests of Alaska.

"In midway of this our mortal life I found me in a gloomy wood astray." Then let him paint new pictures of just punishment beyond the grave, and merciful rehabilitation and great reward.

Let his Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise be built of those things which are deepest and highest in the modern mind, yet capable of emerging in picture-writing form.
Men are needed, therefore they will come.

And lest they come weeping, accursed, and alone, let us ask, how shall we recognize them?
There is no standard by which to discern the true from the false prophet, except the mood that is engendered by contemplating the messengers of the past.
Every man has his own roll call of noble magicians selected from the larger group.

But here are the names with which this chapter began, with some words on their work.
Albert Duerer is classed as a Renaissance painter.