Painters are not in any way unsociable through pride, but either because they find few pursuits equal to painting, or in order not to corrupt themselves with the useless conversation of idle people, and debase the intellect from the lofty imaginations in which they are always absorbed.

No one has mastery, Before he is at the end, Of his art and his life.

The idea is there locked inside. All you have to do is remove the excess stone.

The sculpture is already complete within the marble block, before I start my work. It is already there, I just have to chisel away the superfluous material.

Perfection is no small thing, but it is made up of small things.

Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.

I serve for the love of God and in Him have all my hope.