Nature Did All Things Well

The Best Of Artists Hath No Thought To Show Which The Rough Stone In Its Superfluous Shell Doth Not Include; To Break The Marble Spell Is All The Hand That Serves The Brain Can Do.

An Artist Must Have His Measuring Tools Not In The Hand, But In The Eye.

The Mind, The Soul, Becomes Ennobled By The Endeavour To Create Something Perfect, For God Is Perfection, And Whoever Strives After Perfection Is Striving For Something Devine.

Perfection Is No Small Thing, But It Is Made Up Of Small Things.

Patience Is Eternal Genius