Monday, 23 July 1883

Wholly given over to decoration, I see great machines, avalanches of human bodies, façades of monuments with figures and decorative fancies.
There lies a field open to my frenzy for the grand and the beautiful. Babylonian things, cantos of Dante put into sculpture.
Bands of the damned and choirs of angels. Who has done that? No one.
Our sculpture is poor, and if everything has been done in painting, there is a fine place to be won in the carving of stone. It is impracticable, for where would you put it? From a practical point of view it is mad; there are no monuments left to decorate. But how beautiful it is! No, it is truly beautiful.