Mystery is like a kind of atmosphere which bathes the greatest works of the masters.

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.

One must work, nothing but work, and one must have patience.

I believe that photography can create great works of art, but hitherto it has been extraordinarily bourgeois and babbling. (1908)

The delicate droop of the petals standing out in relief, is like the eyelid of a child.

The sculptor represents the transition from one pose to another he indicates how insensibly the first glides into the second. In his work we still see a part of what was and we discover a part of what is to be.

Nobody does good to men with impunity.