Art Is A Jealous Thing; It Requires

Carving Is Easy, You Just Go Down To The Skin And Stop.

Death And Love Are The Two Wings That Bear The Good Man To Heaven.

There Is An Angel Imprisoned In It And I Must Set It Free.

Beauty Depends On Purpose. It Is In The Elements Best Suited To Their Purpose Or Aim That Beauty Shines Forth Most Strongly.

Dear To Me Is Sleep: Still More, Being Made Of Stone, While Pain And Guilt Still Linger Here Below, Blindness And Numbness--these Please Me Alone; Then Do Not Wake Me, Keep Your Voices Low.