Trifles Make Perfection, And Perfection Is No

It Is Well With Me Only When I Have A Chisel In My Hand.

Art Lives On Constraint And Dies Of Freedom.

If The Wine Is Not Good, Then Throw It Out!

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.

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