"(...)Â seeing his effigy I bowed my head and my racing heart, I gave to Him I kneeled and prayed and sleep that I could not find in the night I found through Him I saw before me the world of his world the bright fields the birds in abundance all of nature of which he sang singing of Him all the beauty that surrounded Him as he walked his nature that was nature itself and I heard Him I heard Him speak and the birds sang sweetly and the wolves licked his feet but I could not give myself to Him I felt another call from the Basilica itself the call of art, the call of man, and the beauty of the material drew me away and I awoke and beheld upon the wall, the dream of Constantine"
"(...) oh art, cried the painter oh art, oh art, cried the angel art the great material gift of man art that hath denied the hungered pleas of st Francis oh thou artist all shall crumble in the dust oh thou navigator the terrible end of man this is your gift to mankind this is your cross to bear"
