It is the artist who is truthful and it is photography which lies, for in reality time does not stop

Where shall we begin? There is no beginning. Start where you arrive. Stop before what entices you. And work! You will enter little by little into the entirety. Method will be born in proportion to your interest.

Where did I learn to understand sculpture? In the woods by looking at the trees, along roads by observing the formation of clouds, in the studio by studying the model, everywhere except in the schools.

I have unbounded admiration for the nude. I worship it like a god.

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

I invent nothing, I rediscover.

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