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It Is The Artist Who Is Truthful And It Is Photography Which Lies, For In Reality Time Does Not Stop

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.

One Must Work, Nothing But Work, And One Must Have Patience.

I Invent Nothing, I Rediscover.

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.