My Soul Can Find No Staircase To

Painters Are Not In Any Way Unsociable Through Pride, But Either Because They Find Few Pursuits Equal To Painting, Or In Order Not To Corrupt Themselves With The Useless Conversation Of Idle People, And Debase The Intellect From The Lofty Imaginations In Which They Are Always Absorbed.

The Mind, The Soul, Becomes Ennobled By The Endeavour To Create Something Perfect, For God Is Perfection, And Whoever Strives After Perfection Is Striving For Something Devine.

I Already Have A Wife Who Is Too Much For Me.. She Is My Art, And My Works Are My Children.

Carving Is Easy, You Just Go Down To The Skin And Stop.

Only God Creates. The Rest Of Us Just Copy.