The marble not yet carved can hold the form of every thought the greatest artist has.
A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.
No one has mastery, Before he is at the end, Of his art and his life.
Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.
The hand that follows intellect can achieve.
The best artist has that thought alone Which is contained within the marble shell; The sculptor's hand can only break the spell To free the figures slumbering in the stone.