Beauty Is The Purgation Of

The Greatest Artist Has No Conception Which A Single Block Of White Marble Does Not Potentially Contain Within Its Mass, But Only A Hand Obedient To The Mind Can Penetrate To This Image.

My Beard Towards Heaven, I Feel My Nape Support / The Back Of My Head, I Grow The Breast Of A Harpy / And My Brush As It Drips Continually / Upon My Face, Makes It A Gorgeous Floor.

Every Block Of Stone Has A Statue Inside It And It Is The Task Of The Sculptor To Discover It.

Why Do You Send Fools To Judge My Work?

He Who Follows Another Will Never Overtake Him