I live in sin, to kill myself I live; no longer my life my own, but sin's; my good is given to me by heaven, my evil by myself, by my free will, of which I am deprived.
I am always learning.
I live and love in God's peculiar light.
Can't you see the angel imprisoned in the block of stone trying to get out? I am trying to free him
Sculpture is made by taking away, while painting is made by adding.
With few words I shall make thee understand my soul.