If people knew how hard I had to work to gain my mastery, it would not seem so wonderful at all.
No thought is born in me that does not bear the image of death.
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.
It is necessary to keep one's compass in one's eyes and not in the hand, for the hands execute, but the eye judges.
AS YOU GIVE OUT SO SHALL YOU RECEIVE.