The art of creation lies in the gift of perceiving the particular and generalizing it, thus creating the particular again. It is therefore a powerful transforming force and a generator of creative solutions in relation to a given problem.
I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.
The marble not yet carved can hold the form of every thought the greatest artist has.
Art lives on constraint and dies of freedom.
I was never the kind of painter or sculptor who kept a shop.
Perchance that I might learn what pity is, That I might laugh at erring men no more.