And who is so barbarous as not to understand that the foot of a man is nobler than his shoe, and his skin nobler than that of the sheep with which he is clothed.

Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone, While pain and guilt still linger here below, Blindness and numbness--these please me alone; Then do not wake me, keep your voices low.

In every block of marble I see a statue as plain as though it stood before me, shaped and perfect in attitude and action. I have only to hew away the rough walls that imprison the lovely apparition to reveal it to the other eyes as mine see it.

It is therefore indisputable that the limbs of architecture are derived from the limbs of man.

The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.

He who does not master the nude cannot understand the principles of architecture.

I couldn't give you something mediocre even if that's all you asked for.