I live in sin, to kill myself I live; no longer my life my own, but sin's; my good is given to me by heaven, my evil by myself, by my free will, of which I am deprived.
Beauty is the purgation of superfluities.
There is no greater harm than that of time wasted.
Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.
Many believe - and I believe - that I have been designated for this work by God. In spite of my old age, I do not want to give it up; I work out of love for God and I put all my hope in Him.
The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.
