Art is contemplation. It is the pleasure of the mind which searches into nature and which there divines the spirit of which nature herself is animated.

Man enjoys living on the edge of his dreams and neglects the real things of the world which are so beautiful. The ignorant and indifferent destroy beautiful things merely by looking at the marble. Things that remake the soul of him who understands them.

There is no need to create. Genius comes only to those who know how to use their eyes and their intelligence.

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

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

The artist must create a spark before he can make a fire and before art is born, the artist must be ready to be consumed by the fire of his own creation.

Nobody does good to men with impunity.