If I Love In Thee,

The More The Marble Wastes, The More The Statue Grows.

So Now, From This Mad Passion Which Made Me Take Art For An Idol And A King I Have Learnt The Burden Of Error That It Bore And What Misfortune Springs From Man's Desire... The World's Frivolities Have Robbed Me Of The Time That I Was Given For Reflecting Upon God.

A Great Sculpture Can Roll Down A Hill Without Breaking.

No Thought Is Born In Me That Does Not Bear The Image Of Death.

The Power Of One Fair Face Makes My Love Sublime, For It Has Weaned My Heart From Low Desires.