Michelangelo: Death and love

“​Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.”


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    As when, O lady mine, With chiselled touch The stone unhewn and cold Becomes a living mould, The more the marble wastes, The more the statue grows.

    Beauty is the purgation of superfluities.

    It is well with me only when I have a chisel in my hand.