I saw an angel in the block of marble and I just chiseled until I set him free.
The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.
When they asked Michelangelo how he made his statue of David he is reported to have said “It is easy. You just chip away the stone that doesn’t look like David.”
It is well with me only when I have a chisel in my hand.
I saw an angel in the block of marble and I just chiseled ’til I set him free.
Faith in oneself… is the best and safest course.
Trifles make perfection and perfection is no trifle.
Faith in oneself … is the best and safest course.
Trifles make perfection – and perfection is no trifle.
Many believe – and I believe – that I have been designated for this work by God. In spite of my old age, I do not want to give it up; I work out of love for God and I put all my hope in Him.
Lord, grant that I may always desire more than I can accomplish.
Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.
The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.
My soul can find no staircase to Heaven unless it be through Earth’s loveliness.
If we have been pleased with life, we should not be displeased with death, since it comes from the hand of the same master.
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.
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.
Every beauty which is seen here by persons of perception resembles more than anything else that celestial source from which we all are come.
Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.
I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.
A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.
The marble not yet carved can hold the form of every thought the greatest artist has.
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.
I cannot live under pressures from patrons, let alone paint.