One Paints With One's Head,

I Live And Love In God's Peculiar Light.

With Few Words I Shall Make Thee Understand My Soul.

The Greatest Danger For Most Of Us Is Not That Our Aim Is Too High And We Miss It, But That It Is Too Low And We Reach It.

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

If In My Youth I Had Realized That The Sustaining Splendour Of Beauty Of With Which I Was In Love Would One Day Flood Back Into My Heart, There To Ignite A Flame That Would Torture Me Without End, How Gladly Would I Have Put Out The Light In My Eyes.