I Have Never Felt Salvation In Nature.

Is It Any Wonder, Since, When Near The Fire, I Was Melted And Burned, If Now That It's Extinguished Outside Me, It Besets And Consumes Me Inside, And Bit By Bit Reduces Me To Ashes?

Perchance That I Might Learn What Pity Is, That I Might Laugh At Erring Men No More.

Sculpture Is Made By Taking Away, While Painting Is Made By Adding.

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.

I Sometimes Set Myself Thinking And Imagining That I Find Amongst Men But One Single Art Or Science, And That Is Drawing Or Painting, All Others Being Members Proceeding Therefrom.