I Choose A Block Of Marble And

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.

There Is Nothing Ugly In Art Except That Which Is Without Character, That Is To Say, That Which Offers No Outer Or Inner Truth.

True Artists Are Almost The Only Men Who Do Their Work For Pleasure.

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.

In Front Of The Model I Work With The Same Will To Reproduce Truth As If I Were Making A Portrait. I Do Not Correct Nature, I Incorporate Myself Into It; It Directs Me. I Can Only Work With A Model. The Sight Of Human Forms Nourishes And Comforts Me.