The work of art is already within the block of marble. I just chop off whatever isn't needed.
Nobody does good to men with impunity.
Mystery is like a kind of atmosphere which bathes the greatest works of the masters.
The artist has only to trust his eyes.
Man enjoys living on the edge of his dreams and neglects the real things of the world which are so beautiful. The ignorant and indifferent destroy beautiful things merely by looking at the marble. Things that remake the soul of him who understands them.
Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.