I feast on wine and bread, and feasts they are.

Lord, grant that I may always desire more than I can accomplish.

The promises of this world are, for the most part, vain phantoms; and to confide in one's self, and become something of worth and value is the best and safest course.

I am a poor man and of little worth, who is laboring in that art that God has given me in order to extend my life as long as possible.

Art is a jealous thing; it requires the whole and entire man.

Already at sixteen, my mind was a battlefield: my love of pagan beauty, the male nude, at war with my religious faith. A polarity of themes and forms: one spiritual, the other earthly.

I am always learning.