I Was Never The Kind Of Painter

It Is Necessary To Keep One's Compass In One's Eyes And Not In The Hand, For The Hands Execute, But The Eye Judges.

I Live And Love In God's Peculiar Light.

It Is Not Sufficient Merely To Be A Great Master In Painting And Very Wise, But I Think That It Is Necessary For The Painter To Be Very Moral In His Mode Of Life, Or Even, If Such Were Possible, A Saint, So That The Holy Spirit May Inspire His Intellect.

If There Is Some Good In Me, It Is Because I Was Born In The Subtle Atmosphere Of Your Country Of Arezzo. Along With The Milk Of My Nurse I Received The Knack Of Handling Chisel And Hammer, With Which I Make My Figures.

What Spirit Is So Empty And Blind, That It Cannot Recognize The Fact That The Foot Is More Noble Than The Shoe, And Skin More Beautiful Than The Garment With Which It Is Clothed?