I Am A Poor Man And Of

Beauty Is The Purgation Of Superfluities.

No Great Work Of Art Is Ever Finished.

Read The Heart And Not The Letter For The Pen Cannot Draw Near The Good Intent.

I Give My Soul To God, My Body To The Earth, And My Worldly Possessions To My Nearest Of Kin, Charging Them To Remember The Sufferings Of Jesus Christ.

The Marble Not Yet Carved Can Hold The Form Of Every Thought The Greatest Artist Has.