Lord Free Me Of Myself, So I

One Paints With One's Head, Not One's Hand.

The Marble Not Yet Carved Can Hold The Form Of Every Thought The Greatest Artist Has.

I Serve For The Love Of God And In Him Have All My Hope.

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

If In My Youth I Had Realized That The Sustaining Splendour Of Beauty Of With Which I Was In Love Would One Day Flood Back Into My Heart, There To Ignite A Flame That Would Torture Me Without End, How Gladly Would I Have Put Out The Light In My Eyes.