"The modes of expression of men of genius differ as much as their souls, and it is impossible to say ..." — Auguste Rodin

Man's naked form belongs to no particular moment in history; it is eternal, and can be looked upon with joy by the people of all ages.

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.

Art is contemplation. It is the pleasure of the mind which searches into nature and which there divines the spirit of which nature herself is animated.

True artists are almost the only men who do their work for pleasure.