Trifles Make Perfection, And Perfection Is No

Let It Be Enough For You To Have Bread And Live Virtuously And Poorly Like Christ, As I Do Here. I Live Meanly And Don't Bother About Life Or Honor ... And I Live With The Greatest Toil And A Thousand Worries. It Is Now About 15 Years Since I Had A Happy Hour.

Lord Free Me Of Myself, So I Can Please You!

After Four Tortured Years, More Than 400 Over Life-sized Figures, I Felt As Old And As Weary As Jeremiah. I Was Only 37, Yet Friends Did Not Recognize The Old Man I Had Become.

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

Trifles Make Perfection But Perfection Is Not A Trifle