I dare affirm that any artist... who has nothing singular, eccentric, or at least reputed to be so, in his person, will never become a superior talent.

I was never the kind of painter or sculptor who kept a shop.

The hand that follows intellect can achieve.

As when, O lady mine, With chiselled touch, The stone unhewn and cold, Becomes a living mould, The more the marble wastes, The more the statue grows.

Lord, grant that I may always desire more than I can accomplish.

Carving is easy, you just go down to the skin and stop.

Lord, make me see thy glory in every place.