If I am more alive because love burns and chars me, as a fire, given wood or wind, feels new elation, it's that he who lays me low is my salvation, and invigorates the more, the more he scars me.
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.
