If you knew how much work went into it, you wouldn't call it genius.
The hand that follows intellect can achieve.
The best of artists hath no thought to show which the rough stone in its superfluous shell doth not include; to break the marble spell is all the hand that serves the brain can do.
He who does not master the nude cannot understand the principles of architecture.
Read the heart and not the letter for the pen cannot draw near the good intent.
Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone, While pain and guilt still linger here below, Blindness and numbness--these please me alone; Then do not wake me, keep your voices low.