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What Is Commonly Called Ugliness In Nature Can In Art Become Full Of Beauty.

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.

I Invent Nothing, I Rediscover.

I Have Unbounded Admiration For The Nude. I Worship It Like A God.

Mere Exactitude, Of Which Photography And Moulage [life Casting] Are The Lowest Forms, Does Not Inspire Feelings.