Do You Know That Women

Dear To Me Is Sleep: Still More, Being Made Of Stone, While Pain And Guilt Still Linger Here Below, Blindness And Numbness--these Please Me Alone; Then Do Not Wake Me, Keep Your Voices Low.

Art Lives On Constraint And Dies Of Freedom.

A Good Sculpture Can Be Rolled Downhill Without Breaking.

If People Knew How Hard I Worked At My Art, They Would Not Consider Me A Genius.

True Art Is Made Noble And Religious By The Mind Producing It.