However Rich I May Have

I Serve For The Love Of God And In Him Have All My Hope.

Love Lent Me Wings; My Path Was Like A Stair; A Lamp Unto My Feet, That Sun Was Given; And Death Was Safety And Great Joy To Find; But Dying Now, I Shall Not Climb To Heaven.

I Was Never The Kind Of Painter Or Sculptor Who Kept A Shop.

Beauty Is The Purgation Of Superfluities.

The Best Of Artists Has No Conception That The Marble Alone Does Not Contain Within Itself.