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.

I invent nothing, I rediscover.

The nude alone is well dressed

To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature

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

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

There should be no argument in regard to morality in art. There is no morality in nature.