No thought is born in me that does not bear the image of death.
I couldn't give you something mediocre even if that's all you asked for.
If we have been pleased with life, we should not be displeased with death, since it comes from the hand of the same master.
A good sculpture can be rolled downhill without breaking.
There is an angel imprisoned in it and I must set it free.
So now, from this mad passion Which made me take art for an idol and a king I have learnt the burden of error that it bore And what misfortune springs from man's desire... The world's frivolities have robbed me of the time That I was given for reflecting upon God.