Inside you there's an artist you don't know about. He's not interested in how things look different in moonlight.
I invent nothing, I rediscover.
I choose a block of marble and chop off whatever I don't need.
To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.
The artist must create a spark before he can make a fire and before art is born, the artist must be ready to be consumed by the fire of his own creation.
To any artist, worthy of the name, all in nature is beautiful, because his eyes, fearlessly accepting all exterior truth, read there, as in an open book, all the inner truth.
Art is contemplation. It is the pleasure of the mind which searches into nature and which there divines the spirit of which Nature herself is animated.
The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.
There are unknown forces in nature; when we give ourselves wholly to her, without reserve, she lends them to us; she shows us these forms, which our watching eyes do not see, which our intelligence does not understand or suspect.
Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.
Man enjoys living on the edge of his dreams and neglects the real things of the world which are so beautiful. The ignorant and indifferent destroy beautiful things merely by looking at the m. (Things that) remake the soul of him who understands them.
True artists are almost the only men who do their work for pleasure
Man's naked form belongs to no particular moment in history; it is eternal, and can be looked upon with joy by the people of all ages.
Even with all the documents, you can never forge nature
Nothing is wasted of time if you use the xperience wisely.
Sculpture is the art of the hole and the lump.
I know very well that one must fight, for one is often in contradiction to the spirit of the age.
Nobody does good to men with impunity.
The modes of expression of men of genius differ as much as their souls, and it is impossible to say that in some among them, drawing and color are better or worse than in others.
The main thing is to be moved, to love, to hope, to tremble, to live.