Why do You Send Fools To judge My Work?

One paints with one's head, not one's hand.

The goods of Fortune, even such as they really are, still need taste to enjoy them. It is the enjoying no the possessing, that makes us happy.

It is necessary to keep one's compass in one's eyes and not in the hand, for the hands execute, but the eye judges.

I am a poor man and of little worth, who is laboring in that art that God has given me in order to extend my life as long as possible.

I live in sin, to kill myself I live; no longer my life my own, but sin's; my good is given to me by heaven, my evil by myself, by my free will, of which I am deprived.

Read the heart and not the letter for the pen cannot draw near the good intent.