Patience Is Eternal Genius

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

As When, O Lady Mine, With Chiselled Touch, The Stone Unhewn And Cold, Becomes A Living Mould, The More The Marble Wastes, The More The Statue Grows.

The Mind, The Soul, Becomes Ennobled By The Endeavour To Create Something Perfect, For God Is Perfection, And Whoever Strives After Perfection Is Striving For Something Devine.

I Created A Vision Of David In My Mind And Simply Carved Away Everything That Was Not David.

The Power Of One Fair Face Makes My Love Sublime, For It Has Weaned My Heart From Low Desires.