The Artist Has Only To

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

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.

A Mediocre Man Copying Nature Will Never Produce A Work Of Art, Because He Really Looks Without Seeing, And Though He May Have Noted Each Detail Minutely, The Result Will Be Flat And Without Character... The Artist On The Contrary, Sees; That Is To Say, His Eye, Grafted On His Heart, Reads Deeply Into The Bosom Of Nature.

There Should Be No Argument In Regard To Morality In Art. There Is No Morality In Nature.

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.