Let Whoever May Have Attained To So

Trifles Make Perfection But Perfection Is Not A Trifle

Gazing On Beautiful Things Acts On My Soul.

A Good Sculpture Can Be Rolled Downhill Without Breaking.

No Thought Is Born In Me That Does Not Bear The Image Of Death.

So Now, From This Mad Passion Which Made Me Take Art For An Idol And A King I Have Learnt The Burden Of Error That It Bore And What Misfortune Springs From Man's Desire... The World's Frivolities Have Robbed Me Of The Time That I Was Given For Reflecting Upon God.