Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually. And the angels were puzzled To know why the people went thus, And why they stayed so long within.
I don't like to hear cut and dried sermons. No—when I hear a man preach, I like to see him act as if he were fighting bees.
One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor.
It would have been the equivalent of Jackson Pollock's attempts to copy the Sistine Chapel.