The artist has only to trust his eyes.
The delicate droop of the petals standing out in relief, is like the eyelid of a child.
True artists are almost the only men who do their work for pleasure.
Sculpture is the art of the hole and the lump.
Mere exactitude, of which photography and moulage [life casting] are the lowest forms, does not inspire feelings.
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.