I Have Unbounded Admiration For The Nude.

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.

What Is Drawing? Not Once In Describing The Shape Of The Mass Did I Shift My Eyes From The Model. Why? Because I Wanted To Be Sure That Nothing Evaded My Grasp Of It... My Objective Is To Test To What Extent My Hands Already Feel What My Eyes See.

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.

If We Now Seek The Spiritual Significance Of The Technique Of Michelangelo We Shall Find That His Sculpture Expressed Restless Energy.

I Am Like A Moon That Shines On An Immense, Unknown Sea Where Ships Never Pass