In Art, Immorality Cannot Exist. Art Is

To Any Artist, Worthy Of The Name, All In Nature Is Beautiful, Because His Eyes, Fearlessly Accepting All Exterior Truth, Read There, As In An Open Book, All The Inner Truth.

He Who Is Discouraged After A Failure Is Not A Real Artist.

The Delicate Droop Of The Petals Standing Out In Relief, Is Like The Eyelid Of A Child.

The Main Thing Is To Be Moved, To Love, To Hope, To Tremble, To Live. Be A Man Before Being An Artist!

The Nude Alone Is Well Dressed