But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was, I could not remain ignorant of their import.
“Man cannot remake himself without suffering, for he is both the marble and the sculptor.”
“Thought is more important than art. To revere art and have no understanding of the process that forces it into existence, is finally not even to understand what art is.”