Mystery Is Like A Kind Of Atmosphere

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.

He Who Is Discouraged After A Failure Is Not A Real Artist.

The Body Always Expresses The Spirit Whose Envelope It Is. And For Him Who Can See, The Nude Offers The Richest Meaning.

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.

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.