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. |
Aurora. |
I choose a block of marble and chop off whatever I don't need. |
I invent nothing, I rediscover. |
I will have no other woman. ... Mlle Camille will become my wife. |
Inside you there's an artist you don't know about. He's not interested in how things look different in moonlight. |
Man enjoys living on the edge of his dreams and neglects the real things of the world which are so beautiful. The ignorant and indifferent destroy beautiful things merely by looking at the m. (Things that) remake the soul of him who understands them. |
Man's naked form+ belongs to no particular moment in history; it is eternal, and can be looked upon with joy by the people of all ages |
Nobody does good to men with impunity. |
Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely. |
Sculpture is the art of the hole and the lump. |
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 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 artist must create a spark before he can make a fire and before art is born, the artist must be ready to be consumed by the fire of his own creation. |
The Gates of Hell. |