Sculpture Is The Art Of The Hole

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.

If The Artist Succeeds In Producing The Impression Of A Movement Which Takes Several Moments For Accomplishment, His Work Is Certainly Much Less Conventional Than The Scientific Image, Where Time Is Abruptly Suspended.

The Sculptor Represents The Transition From One Pose To Another He Indicates How Insensibly The First Glides Into The Second. In His Work We Still See A Part Of What Was And We Discover A Part Of What Is To Be.

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

In Short, Beauty Is Everywhere. It Is Not That She Is Lacking To Our Eye, But Our Eyes Which Fail To Perceive Her. Beauty Is Character And Expression. Well, There Is Nothing In Nature Which Has More Character Than The Human Body. In Its Strength And Its Grace It Evokes The Most Varied Images. One Moment It Resembles A Flower: The Bending Torso Is The Stalk; The Breasts, The Head, And The Splendor Of The Hair Answer To The Blossoming Of The Corolla. The Next Moment It Recalls The Pliant Creeper, Or The Proud And Upright Sapling.