If in my youth I had realized that the sustaining splendour of beauty of with which I was in love would one day flood back into my heart, there to ignite a flame that would torture me without end, how gladly would I have put out the light in my eyes.
A great sculpture can roll down a hill without breaking.
Lord free me of myself, so I can please you!
I live and love in God's peculiar light.
Genius is eternal patience.
No great work of art is ever finished.