Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.
The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.
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.
The best artist has that thought alone Which is contained within the marble shell; The sculptor's hand can only break the spell To free the figures slumbering in the stone
The best of artists has no conception that the marble alone does not contain within itself.
The best of artists hath no thought to show, which the rough stone in its superfluous shell, doth not include; to break the marble spell, is all the hand that serves the brain can do.
A beautiful thing never gives so much pain as does failing to hear and see it.
Every beauty which is seen here by persons of perception resembles more than anything else that celestial source from which we all are come.
Beauty is the purgation of superfluities.
Genius is eternal patience.
The promises of this world are, for the most part, vain phantoms; and to confide in one's self, and become something of worth and value is the best and safest course.
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
A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.
From such a gentle thing, from such a fountain of all delight, my every pain is born.
Nature did all things well.
Trifles make perfection, but perfection is no trifle.
If people knew how hard I had to work to gain my mastery, it wouldn't seem wonderful at all.
I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.
Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it
I live and love in God's peculiar light.
Lord, grant that I may always desire more than I can accomplish.
I feast on wine and bread, and feasts they are.
If people knew how hard I worked to get my mastery, it wouldn't seem so wonderful at all.
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 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.