Serene I Fold My Hands And Wait.

Your Greatness Is Measured By Your Horizons.

Can't You See The Angel Imprisoned In The Block Of Stone Trying To Get Out? I Am Trying To Free Him

Perfection Is No Small Thing, But It Is Made Up Of Small Things.

The More The Marble Wastes, The More The Statue Grows.

I Saw The Angel In The Marble And Carved Until I Set Him Free.