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.

The modes of expression of men of genius differ as much as their souls, and it is impossible to say that in some among them, drawing and color are better or worse than in others.

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.

I invent nothing, I rediscover.

True artists are almost the only men who do their work for pleasure.

There is nothing ugly in art except that which is without character, that is to say, that which offers no outer or inner truth.

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