SCULPTURE
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I've seen much finer women, ripe and real,
Than all the nonsense of their stone ideal.—BYRON, Don Juan
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A sculptor wields
The chisel, and the stricken marble grows
To beauty.—BRYANT, The Flood of Years
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The statue is then beautiful when it begins to be incomprehensible.—EMERSON, Essays
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The more the marble wastes,
The more the statue grows.—MICHELANGELO
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Where the statue stood
Of Newton with his prism and silent face,
The marble index of a mind forever
Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.—WORDSWORTH, The Prelude
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