Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.
The idea is there locked inside. All you have to do is remove the excess stone.
There is an angel imprisoned in it and I must set it free.
If we have been pleased with life, we should not be displeased with death, since it comes from the hand of the same master.
A good artist ought never to allow impatience to overcome his sense of the main end of art - perfection
What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed?