People Say I Think Too Much About

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

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.

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.

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.

The Work Of Art Is Already Within The Block Of Marble. I Just Chop Off Whatever Isn't Needed.