My work is here, And only here, the building of St.Peter's.
What other things I hitherto have done Have fallen from me, are no longer mine; I have passed on beyond them, and have left them As milestones on the way.

What lies before me, That is still mine, and while it is unfinished No one shall draw me from it, or persuade me, By promises of ease, or wealth, or honor, Till I behold the finished dome uprise Complete, as now I see it in my thought.
BENVENUTO.
And will you paint no more?
MICHAEL ANGELO.
No more.
BENVENUTO.
'T is well.
Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, That fashions all her works in high relief, And that is sculpture.

This vast ball, the Earth, Was moulded out of clay, and baked in fire; Men, women, and all animals that breathe Are statues, and not paintings.

Even the plants, The flowers, the fruits, the grasses, were first sculptured, And colored later.

Painting is a lie, A shadow merely.
MICHAEL ANGELO.
Truly, as you say, Sculpture is more than painting.