Nature Did All Things Well

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?

How Wrong Are Those Simpletons, Of Whom The World Is Full, Who Look More At... Color Than At The Figures Which Show Spirit And Movement.

No Thought Is Born In Me That Does Not Bear The Image Of Death.

A Man Paints With His Brains And Not With His Hands.

The Sculpture Is Already Complete Within The Marble Block, Before I Start My Work. It Is Already There, I Just Have To Chisel Away The Superfluous Material.