With Few Words I Shall Make Thee

After Four Tortured Years, More Than 400 Over Life-sized Figures, I Felt As Old And As Weary As Jeremiah. I Was Only 37, Yet Friends Did Not Recognize The Old Man I Had Become.

I Was Never The Kind Of Painter Or Sculptor Who Kept A Shop.

Lord, Make Me See Thy Glory In Every Place.

And Still I Am Learning.

The Best Artist Has That Thought Alone Which Is Contained Within The Marble Shell; The Sculptor's Hand Can Only Break The Spell To Free The Figures Slumbering In The Stone.