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Danh ngôn của Michelangelo (Sứ mệnh: 5)

A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.
The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.
The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.
Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.
I am still learning.
Lord, grant that I may always desire more than I can accomplish.
I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.
Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.
Faith in oneself is the best and safest course.
Genius is eternal patience.
I am a poor man and of little worth, who is laboring in that art that God has given me in order to extend my life as long as possible.
I cannot live under pressures from patrons, let alone paint.
If in my youth I had realized that the sustaining splendour of beauty of with which I was in love would one day flood back into my heart, there to ignite a flame that would torture me without end, how gladly would I have put out the light in my eyes.
If we have been pleased with life, we should not be displeased with death, since it comes from the hand of the same master.
The marble not yet carved can hold the form of every thought the greatest artist has.
There is no greater harm than that of time wasted.
I live and love in God's peculiar light.
Many believe - and I believe - that I have been designated for this work by God. In spite of my old age, I do not want to give it up; I work out of love for God and I put all my hope in Him.
My soul can find no staircase to Heaven unless it be through Earth's loveliness.
I have never felt salvation in nature. I love cities above all.
The best of artists has no conception that the marble alone does not contain within itself.
Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.
Every beauty which is seen here by persons of perception resembles more than anything else that celestial source from which we all are come.
The best artist has that thought alone Which is contained within the marble shell; The sculptor's hand can only break the spell To free the figures slumbering in the stone.