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.

Your greatness is measured by your horizons.

Beauty depends on purpose. It is in the elements best suited to their purpose or aim that beauty shines forth most strongly.

A great sculpture can roll down a hill without breaking.

Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.

I cannot live under pressures from patrons, let alone paint.

My soul can find no staircase to Heaven unless it be through Earth's loveliness.