I Criticise By Creation, Not By Finding

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.

And Still I Am Learning.

Death And Love Are The Two Wings That Bear The Good Man To Heaven.

It Is Necessary To Keep One's Compass In One's Eyes And Not In The Hand, For The Hands Execute, But The Eye Judges.

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