It Is Well With Me Only When

Art Is A Jealous Thing; It Requires The Whole And Entire Man.

A Man Paints With His Brains And Not With His Hands.

The Sculpture Is Already Complete Within The Marble Block, Before I Start My Work. It Is Already There, I Just Have To Chisel Away The Superfluous Material.

Even If You Are Divine, You Don't Disdain Male Consorts.

Already At Sixteen, My Mind Was A Battlefield: My Love Of Pagan Beauty, The Male Nude, At War With My Religious Faith. A Polarity Of Themes And Forms: One Spiritual, The Other Earthly.