Only God Creates. The Rest Of Us

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.

Serene I Fold My Hands And Wait.

The Best Of Artists Has No Conception That The Marble Alone Does Not Contain Within Itself.

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

Souls Will Never Ascend To Heaven Until The Sight Of Beauty Lifts Them There.