He Who Is Discouraged After

Mystery Is Like A Kind Of Atmosphere Which Bathes The Greatest Works Of The Masters.

If The Artist Only Reproduces Superficial Features As Photography Does, If He Copies The Lineaments Of A Face Exactly, Without Reference To Character, He Deserves No Admiration. The Resemblance Which He Ought To Obtain Is That Of The Soul.

I Know Very Well That One Must Fight, For One Is Often In Contradiction To The Spirit Of The Age.

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.

I Invent Nothing, I Rediscover.