Before Cellini, memoirists tended to restrict themselves to professional accomplishments and philosophy.
There is no shortage of boasting in Autobiography, but Cellini is careful to attribute the praise to his patrons.
Cellini regularly kept young women in his home to serve as models.
“I am wreaking a double vengeance,” writes Cellini, barely suppressing a cackle.
Cellini's statues have no thought; their blank animalism corresponds to the condition of their maker's soul.
Cellini was remarkable for his readiness and dexterity in handicraft.
Cellini's account of his residence in France has much historical interest besides the charm of its romance.
Through Gerald's mind, too, Cellini's daring adventures were passing.
Cellini returned to his old restless life of violence and pleasure.
In the foreground it shines hard as the lines of an irradiated Cellini shield.