I Criticise By Creation, Not By Finding

If You Knew How Much Work Went Into It, You Wouldn't Call It Genius.

There Is An Angel Imprisoned In It And I Must Set It Free.

If People Knew How Hard I Worked To Get My Mastery, It Wouldn't Seem So Wonderful At All.

Whenever A Great Painter... Does A Work Which Appears To Be False And Lying, That Falsity Is Very True.

I Live In Sin, To Kill Myself I Live; No Longer My Life My Own, But Sin's; My Good Is Given To Me By Heaven, My Evil By Myself, By My Free Will, Of Which I Am Deprived.