I couldn't give you something mediocre even if that's all you asked for.
Is it any wonder, since, when near the fire, I was melted and burned, if now that it's extinguished outside me, it besets and consumes me inside, and bit by bit reduces me to ashes?
As you give out, so shall you receive.
The best of artists has no conception that the marble alone does not contain within itself.
No one has mastery, Before he is at the end, Of his art and his life.
Art is a shadow of Divine perfection.