Beauty Depends On Purpose. It

It Is Well With Me Only When I Have A Chisel In My Hand.

Gazing On Beautiful Things Acts On My Soul.

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.

Critique By Creating.

The Greater Danger For Most Of Us Lies Not In Setting Our Aim Too High And Falling Short; But In Setting Our Aim Too Low, And Achieving Our Mark.