No One Has Mastery, Before

If There Is Some Good In Me, It Is Because I Was Born In The Subtle Atmosphere Of Your Country Of Arezzo. Along With The Milk Of My Nurse I Received The Knack Of Handling Chisel And Hammer, With Which I Make My Figures.

I Am No Artist - Please Come And Help Me.

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.

An Artist Must Have His Measuring Tools Not In The Hand, But In The Eye.

Your Greatness Is Measured By Your Horizons.