Lord Free Me Of Myself, So I

The Best Of Artists Hath No Thought To Show Which The Rough Stone In Its Superfluous Shell Doth Not Include; To Break The Marble Spell Is All The Hand That Serves The Brain Can Do.

Nature Did All Things Well

Poets And Painters Have The Power To Dare, I Mean To Dare To Do Whatever They May Approve Of.

A Good Sculpture Can Be Rolled Downhill Without Breaking.

Dear To Me Is Sleep: Still More, Being Made Of Stone, While Pain And Guilt Still Linger Here Below, Blindness And Numbness--these Please Me Alone; Then Do Not Wake Me, Keep Your Voices Low.