I Have Never Felt Salvation In Nature.

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

The True Work Of Art Is But A Shadow Of The Divine Perfection.

The Sculpture Is Already Complete Within The Marble Block, Before I Start My Work. It Is Already There, I Just Have To Chisel Away The Superfluous Material.

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

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.