If it be true that any beautiful thing raises the pure and just desire of man from earth to God, the eternal fount of all, such I believe my love.

No one has mastery, Before he is at the end, Of his art and his life.

Every beauty which is seen here by persons of perception resembles more than anything else that celestial source from which we all are come.

The best of artists hath no thought to show which the rough stone in its superfluous shell doth not include; to break the marble spell is all the hand that serves the brain can do.

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

I feast on wine and bread, and feasts they are.

Critique by creating.