The greatest artist has no conception which a single block of white marble does not potentially contain within its mass, but only a hand obedient to the mind can penetrate to this image.
The greater danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we hit it.
The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.
Even if you are divine, you don't disdain male consorts.
If you knew how much work went into it, you wouldn't call it genius.
Only God creates. The rest of us just copy.