If People Knew How Hard

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

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

Trifles Make Perfection But Perfection Is Not A Trifle

The More The Marble Wastes, The More The Statue Grows.

I Already Have A Wife Who Is Too Much For Me.. She Is My Art, And My Works Are My Children.