Nothing Grows Well In The Shade Of

Create Like A God, Command Like A King, Work Like A Slave.

What Is Real Is Not The External Form, But The Essence Of Things.

The Work Of Art Expresses Precisely Those Things Which Do Not Die. It Must Do So, However, In A Form That Bears Witness To The Artist's Own Era.

Nothing Can Grow Under Big Trees.

I Refused [to Study Under Rodin] Because Nothing Grows Under Large Trees.