My left hand is my thinking hand. The right is only a motor hand. This holds the hammer. The left hand, the thinking hand, must be relaxed, sensitive. The rhythms of thought pass through the fingers and grip of this hand into the stone.

My works are an imitation of my own past and present.

I must always have a clear image of the form of a work before I begin. Otherwise there is no impulse to create.

One must be entirely sensitive to the structure of the material that one is handling. One must yield to it in tiny details of execution, perhaps the handling of the surface or grain, and one must master it as a whole.

My left hand is my thinking hand. The right is only a motor hand. This holds the hammer. The left hand, the thinking hand, must be relaxed, sensitive. The rhythms of thought pass through the fingers and grip of this hand into the stone.

I am the form and I am the hollow, the thrust and the contour

The United Nations is our conscience. If it succeeds it is our success. If it fails it is our failure.