No one has mastery, Before he is at the end, Of his art and his life.
Perfection is no small thing, but it is made up of small things.
Love is a beautiful image Imagined or seen within the heart, The friend of virtue and gentility.
Good painting is the kind that looks like sculpture.
It is well with me only when I have a chisel in my hand.
From such a gentle thing, from such a fountain of all delight, my every pain is born.