How Painful It Is To

Inside You There's An Artist You Don't Know About. He's Not Interested In How Things Look Different In Moonlight.

The Artist Is The Confidant Of Nature, Flowers Carry On Dialogues With Him Through The Graceful Bending Of Their Stems And The Harmoniously Tinted Nuances Of Their Blossoms, Every Flower Has A Cordial Word Which Nature Directs Towards Him.

The Work Of Art Is Already Within The Block Of Marble. I Just Chop Off Whatever Isn't Needed.

Where Shall We Begin? There Is No Beginning. Start Where You Arrive. Stop Before What Entices You. And Work! You Will Enter Little By Little Into The Entirety. Method Will Be Born In Proportion To Your Interest.

Man's Naked Form Belongs To No Particular Moment In History; It Is Eternal, And Can Be Looked Upon With Joy By The People Of All Ages.