Live dangerously and you live right.
Piety, like nobility, has its aristocracy.
By seeking and blundering we learn.
Alas! sorrow from happiness is oft evolved.
Gifts come from above in their own peculiar forms.
Each has his own happiness in his hands, as the artist handles the rude clay he seeks to reshape it into a figure; yet it is the same with this art as with all others: only the capacity for it is innate; the art itself must be learned and painstakingly practiced.