Heaven-born, the soul a heavenward course must hold; beyond the world she soars; the wise man, I affirm, can find no rest in that which perishes, nor will he lend his heart to ought that doth time depend |
His hope is treacherous only whose love dies with beauty, which is varying every hour, bit, in chaste hearts uninfluenced by the power of outward change, there blooms a deathless flower, that breathes on earth the air of paradise. |
I am a poor man and of little worth, who is laboring in that art that God has given me in order to extend my life as long as possible. |
I am still learning. |
I cannot live under pressures from patrons, let alone paint. |
I feast on wine and bread, and feasts they are. |
I have never felt salvation in nature. I love cities above all. |
I live and love in God's peculiar light. |
I live in sin, to kill myself I live; no longer my life my own, but sin's; my good is given to me by heaven, my evil by myself, by my free will, of which I am deprived. |
I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. |
I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. |
If it be true that any beautiful thing raises the pure and just desire of man from earth to God, the eternal fount of all, such I believe my love. |
If people knew how hard I had to work to gain my mastery, it wouldn't seem wonderful at all. |
If we have been pleased with life, we should not be displeased with death, since it comes from the hand of the same master. |
In every block of marble I see a statue as plain as though it stood before me, shaped and perfect in attitude and action. I have only to hew away the rough walls that imprison the lovely apparition to reveal it to the other eyes as mine see it. |