I Am A Poor Man And Of

I Saw The Angel In The Marble And Carved Until I Set Him Free.

I Live In Sin, To Kill Myself I Live; No Longer My Life My Own, But Sin's; My Good Is Given To Me By Heaven, My Evil By Myself, By My Free Will, Of Which I Am Deprived.

Do You Know That Women Who Are Chaste Remain Much Fresher Than Those Who Are Not?

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.

With Few Words I Shall Make Thee Understand My Soul.