The greatest artist has no conception which a single block of white marble does not potentially contain within its mass, but only a hand obedient to the mind can penetrate to this image.

And still I am learning.

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

The greatest artist has no conception which a single block of white marble does not potentially contain within its mass, but only a hand obedient to the mind can penetrate to this image.

If people knew how hard I worked to get my mastery, it wouldn't seem so wonderful at all.

Already at sixteen, my mind was a battlefield: my love of pagan beauty, the male nude, at war with my religious faith. A polarity of themes and forms: one spiritual, the other earthly.

Do you know that women who are chaste remain much fresher than those who are not?