I Serve For The Love Of God

As When, O Lady Mine, With Chiselled Touch, The Stone Unhewn And Cold, Becomes A Living Mould, The More The Marble Wastes, The More The Statue Grows.

What One Has Most To Work And Struggle For In Painting Is To Do The Work With A Great Amount Of Labour And Sweat In Such A Way That It May Afterward Appear, However Much It Was Laboured Upon, To Have Been Done Almost Quickly And Almost Without Any Labour, And Very Easily, Although It Was Not.

Let It Be Enough For You To Have Bread And Live Virtuously And Poorly Like Christ, As I Do Here. I Live Meanly And Don't Bother About Life Or Honor ... And I Live With The Greatest Toil And A Thousand Worries. It Is Now About 15 Years Since I Had A Happy Hour.

The Greater Danger For Most Of Us Lies Not In Setting Our Aim Too High And Falling Short; But In Setting Our Aim Too Low, And Achieving Our Mark.

You Must Know That I Am, Of All Men Who Were Ever Born, The Most Inclined To Love Persons. Whenever I Behold Someone Who Possesses Any Talent Or Displays Any Dexterity Of Mind, Who Can Do Or Say Something More Appropriately Than The Rest Of The World, I Am Compelled To Fall In Love With Him; And Then I Give Myself Up To Him So Entirely That I Am No Longer My Own Property, But Wholly His.