Trifles Make Perfection, And Perfection Is No

The Power Of One Fair Face Makes My Love Sublime, For It Has Weaned My Heart From Low Desires.

Lord Free Me Of Myself, So I Can Please You!

If It Be True That Any Beautiful Thing Raises The Pure And Just Desire Of Man From Earth To God, The Eternal Fount Of All, Such I Believe My Love.

If There Is Some Good In Me, It Is Because I Was Born In The Subtle Atmosphere Of Your Country Of Arezzo. Along With The Milk Of My Nurse I Received The Knack Of Handling Chisel And Hammer, With Which I Make My Figures.

Critique By Creating.