The best of artists hath no art to show,
Which the rough stone in its superfluous shell doth not include,
To break the marble spell, is all the hand that serves the brain can do.

How wrong are those simpletons, of whom the world is full, who look more at... color than at the figures which show spirit and movement.

I saw an angel in the block of marble and I just chiseled until I set him free.

I know well that, at this hour, I could as easily forget your name as the food by which I live by; nay, it were easier to forget the food, which only nourishes by body miserably, than your name, which nourishes both body and soul, filling the one and the other with such sweetness that neither weariness nor fear of death is felt by me while memory preserves you to my mind. Think, if the eyes could also enjoy their portion, in what condition I should find myself.

Disegnia e no prder tepo [sic]

Forgiveness is divine, but never pay full price for late pizza.

"Italian artist Michelangelo Buonarroti died on 17 February 1564.
"Your greatness is measured by your horizons

If such a gift I truly have been given
And yet, divided, torn, still burn and stray
He is to blame who fashioned me for fire.

Pe-o mare bântuită de furtună...

Pe-o mare bântuită de furtună
Viaţa mea sosi cu barca spartă
În portul ce păcatele nu iartă
Şi nu primeşte decât fapta bună.

Văd bine cum greşit-am împreună.
Şi eu şi fantezia mea deşartă
Ce idol şi monarh făcea din artă -
Şi tor omu-şi vrea spre rău - nebună...

Iar azi când merg spre două morţi, din care
De una-s sigur şi mă paşte alta,
Iubirea vană unde mă va duce ?

Nu-mi dă odihnă pensula nici dalta,
Ci doar Acel ce pentru-mbrăţişare
Spre noi desface braţele pe cruce ...

If we have been pleased with life ,we should not be displeased with death since it comes from the hand of the same master.