My dream is to show the fire which comes out of the horses' nostrils; the dust which rises from their hooves. I want this to be an infernal waltz. — Rosa Bonheur Copy Share Image
Art is a tyrant. It demands heart, brain, soul, body. The entireness of the votary. Nothing less will win its highest favor. I wed art. It is my husband, my world, my life dream, the air I breathe. I know… — Rosa Bonheur Copy Share Image
I became an animal painter because I loved to move among animals. I would study an animal and draw it in the position it… — Rosa Bonheur Copy Share Image
Ah! If nations could only agree to employ their resources to perfect agriculture and improve transportation, and to bring all their girl children a… — Rosa Bonheur Copy Share Image
The horse is, like man, the most beautiful and the most miserable of creatures, only, in the case of man, it is vice or… — Rosa Bonheur Copy Share Image
The point of departure must always be a vision of the truth. The eye is the route of the soul, and the pencil or… — Rosa Bonheur Copy Share Image
My dream is to show the fire which comes out of the horses' nostrils; the dust which rises from their hooves. I want this… — Rosa Bonheur Copy Share Image
The horse is, like man, the most beautiful and the most miserable of creatures. — Rosa Bonheur Copy Share Image
To his doctrines I owe my great and glorious ambition for the sex to which I proudly belong and whose independence I shall defend… — Rosa Bonheur Copy Share Image
Art is a tyrant. It demands heart, brain, soul, body. The entireness of the votary. Nothing less will win its highest favor. I wed… — Rosa Bonheur Copy Share Image
