Serene I Fold My Hands And Wait.

With Few Words I Shall Make Thee Understand My Soul.

The Greatest Risk To Man Is Not That He Aims To High And Misses, But That He Aims To Low And Hits.

True Art Is Made Noble And Religious By The Mind Producing It.

The Mind, The Soul, Becomes Ennobled By The Endeavour To Create Something Perfect, For God Is Perfection, And Whoever Strives After Perfection Is Striving For Something Devine.

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.