There is an angel imprisoned in it and I must set it free.
Do you know that women who are chaste remain much fresher than those who are not?
And still I am learning.
From such a gentle thing, from such a fountain of all delight, my every pain is born.
Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto His glory. That in art is highest which aims at this.
Already at sixteen, my mind was a battlefield: my love of pagan beauty, the male nude, at war with my religious faith. A polarity of themes and forms: one spiritual, the other earthly.