There Is An Angel Imprisoned

As When, O Lady Mine, With Chiselled Touch, The Stone Unhewn And Cold, Becomes A Living Mould, The More The Marble Wastes, The More The Statue Grows.

He Who Does Not Master The Nude Cannot Understand The Principles Of Architecture.

I Cannot Live Under Pressures From Patrons, Let Alone Paint.

An Artist Does His Most Difficult Work When He Steps Back From The Blank Canvas And Thinks About What He Is Going To Create.

One Paints With One's Head, Not One's Hand.