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.

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

My drawings are the result of my sculpture.

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

To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature

I would have to talk for a year to repeat a single on of my works with words.