I Am Always Learning.

I Am No Artist - Please Come And Help Me.

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

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.

Many Believe - And I Believe - That I Have Been Designated For This Work By God. In Spite Of My Old Age, I Do Not Want To Give It Up; I Work Out Of Love For God And I Put All My Hope In Him.

How Wrong Are Those Simpletons, Of Whom The World Is Full, Who Look More At... Color Than At The Figures Which Show Spirit And Movement.