Even If You Are Divine,

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

Critique By Creating.

Painting And Sculpture, Labour And Good Faith, Have Been My Ruin And I Continually Go From Bad To Worse. Better It Would Have Been For Me If I Had Set Myself To Making Matches In My Youth. I Should Not Be In Such Distress Of Mind.

It Is Necessary To Keep One's Compass In One's Eyes And Not In The Hand, For The Hands Execute, But The Eye Judges.

To Touch Is To Give Life.