Sculpture Is More Than Painting. It Is

I Have You Fast In My Fortress, And Will Not Let You Depart, But Put You Down Into The Dungeon, In The Round-tower Of My Heart, And There Will I Keep You Forever, Yes, Forever And A Day, Till The Walls Shall Crumble To Ruin, And Moulder In The Dust Away!

Something The Heart Must Have To Cherish, Must Love And Joy And Sorrow Learn; Something With Passion Clasp, Or Perish And In Itself To Ashes Burn.

Dead He Is Not, But Departed, For The Artist Never Dies.

The Day Is Dark And Cold And Dreary; It Rains, And The Wind Is Never Weary.

The Twilight That Surrounds The Border-land Of Old Romance.