The Great Tragedy Of Life Is Not

To Touch Is To Give Life.

If There Is Some Good In Me, It Is Because I Was Born In The Subtle Atmosphere Of Your Country Of Arezzo. Along With The Milk Of My Nurse I Received The Knack Of Handling Chisel And Hammer, With Which I Make My Figures.

An Artist Does His Most Difficult Work When He Steps Back From The Blank Canvas And Thinks About What He Is Going To Create.

Death And Love Are The Two Wings That Bear The Good Man To Heaven.

The Mind, The Soul, Becomes Ennobled By The Endeavour To Create Something Perfect, For God Is Perfection, And Whoever Strives After Perfection Is Striving For Something Devine.