Even If You Are Divine, You Don't

A Great Sculpture Can Roll Down A Hill Without Breaking.

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.

And Still I Am Learning.

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.

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