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.
With few words I shall make thee understand my soul.
Critique by creating.
Nature did all things well
If I love in thee, beloved, only what thou lovest most, do not be angry; for so one spirit is enamoured of another.
Your gifts lie in the place where your values, passions and strengths meet. Discovering that place is the first step toward sculpting your masterpiece, Your Life.