The human body is first and foremost a mirror to the soul and its greatest beauty comes from that.

Art is the pleasure of a spirit that enters nature and discovers that it too has a soul.

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

Mere exactitude, of which photography and moulage [life casting] are the lowest forms, does not inspire feelings.

The work of art is already within the block of marble. I just chop off whatever isn't needed.

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.

He who is discouraged after a failure is not a real artist.