Critique By Creating.

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

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.

The Promises Of This World Are, For The Most Part, Vain Phantoms; And To Confide In One's Self, And Become Something Of Worth And Value Is The Best And Safest Course.

I Am Still Learning. (at Age 87)

The Hand That Follows Intellect Can Achieve.