As You Give Out, So Shall You

True Art Is Made Noble And Religious By The Mind Producing It.

I Already Have A Wife Who Is Too Much For Me.. She Is My Art, And My Works Are My Children.

It Is Well With Me Only When I Have A Chisel In My Hand.

Is It Any Wonder, Since, When Near The Fire, I Was Melted And Burned, If Now That It's Extinguished Outside Me, It Besets And Consumes Me Inside, And Bit By Bit Reduces Me To Ashes?

Gazing On Beautiful Things Acts On My Soul.