The Delicate Droop Of The

To The Artist There Is Never Anything Ugly In Nature

There Is No Need To Create. Genius Comes Only To Those Who Know How To Use Their Eyes And Their Intelligence.

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.

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.

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