Do Not Fret, For God Did Not

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.

If I Am More Alive Because Love Burns And Chars Me, As A Fire, Given Wood Or Wind, Feels New Elation, It's That He Who Lays Me Low Is My Salvation, And Invigorates The More, The More He Scars Me.

However Rich I May Have Been, I Have Always Lived Like A Poor Man.

The Art Of Creation Lies In The Gift Of Perceiving The Particular And Generalizing It, Thus Creating The Particular Again. It Is Therefore A Powerful Transforming Force And A Generator Of Creative Solutions In Relation To A Given Problem.

No Great Work Of Art Is Ever Finished.