As when, O lady mine, With chiselled touch, The stone unhewn and cold, Becomes a living mould, The more the marble wastes, The more the statue grows.
Sculpture is made by taking away, while painting is made by adding.
Art is a shadow of Divine perfection.
The hand that follows intellect can achieve.
The marble not yet carved can hold the form of every thought the greatest artist has.
With few words I shall make thee understand my soul.