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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.

Mere Exactitude, Of Which Photography And Moulage [life Casting] Are The Lowest Forms, Does Not Inspire Feelings.

Art Is The Pleasure Of A Spirit That Enters Nature And Discovers That It Too Has A Soul.

To The Artist There Is Never Anything Ugly In Nature

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.