Gazing On Beautiful Things Acts On My

The Best Artist Has That Thought Alone Which Is Contained Within The Marble Shell; The Sculptor's Hand Can Only Break The Spell To Free The Figures Slumbering In The Stone.

Painting And Sculpture, Labour And Good Faith, Have Been My Ruin And I Continually Go From Bad To Worse. Better It Would Have Been For Me If I Had Set Myself To Making Matches In My Youth. I Should Not Be In Such Distress Of Mind.

Do Not Fret, For God Did Not Create Us To Abandon Us.

My Soul Can Find No Staircase To Heaven Unless It Be Through Earth's Loveliness.

I Criticise By Creation, Not By Finding Fault.