And the cold marble leapt to life a God.

Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater To raise the dead to life than to create Phantoms that seem to live.

Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, That fashions all her works in high relief, And that is Sculpture. This vast ball, the Earth, Was moulded out of clay, and baked in fire; Men, women, and all animals that breathe Are statues, and not paintings.

Too fair to worship, too divine to love.

I choose a block of marble and chop off whatever I don't need.

The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.