The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.

There are unknown forces in nature; when we give ourselves wholly to her, without reserve, she lends them to us; she shows us these forms, which our watching eyes do not see, which our intelligence does not understand or suspect.

Sculpture is the art of the hole and the lump.

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

To any artist, worthy of the name, all in nature is beautiful, because his eyes, fearlessly accepting all exterior truth, read there, as in an open book, all the inner truth.

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’s naked form belongs to no particular moment in history; it is eternal, and can be looked upon with joy by the people of all ages.

Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.

I choose a block of marble and chop off whatever I don’t need.

I invent nothing, I rediscover.

To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.

The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.

Nobody does good to men with impunity.

Inside you there’s an artist you don’t know about. He’s not interested in how things look different in moonlight.

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.

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.