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.

Art is a shadow of Divine perfection.

I already have a wife who is too much for me.. she is my art, and my works are my children.

Carving is easy, you just go down to the skin and stop.

I am still learning. (at age 87)

I serve for the love of God and in Him have all my hope.

Can't you see the angel imprisoned in the block of stone trying to get out? I am trying to free him