Genius Is Infinite Painstaking.

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

Painting And Sculpture, Labour And Good Faith, Have Been My Ruin And I Continually Go From Bad To Worse. Better It Would Have Been For Me If I Had Set Myself To Making Matches In My Youth. I Should Not Be In Such Distress Of Mind.

Heaven-born, The Soul A Heavenward Course Must Hold; Beyond The World She Soars; The Wise Man, I Affirm, Can Find No Rest In That Which Perishes, Nor Will He Lend His Heart To Ought That Doth Time Depend

Souls Will Never Ascend To Heaven Until The Sight Of Beauty Lifts Them There.

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