Every Block Of Stone Has A Statue

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 More The Marble Wastes, The More The Statue Grows.

After Four Tortured Years, More Than 400 Over Life-sized Figures, I Felt As Old And As Weary As Jeremiah. I Was Only 37, Yet Friends Did Not Recognize The Old Man I Had Become.

Souls Will Never Ascend To Heaven Until The Sight Of Beauty Lifts Them There.

If The Wine Is Not Good, Then Throw It Out!