The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.

Rodin casts the artist as nature’s intimate listener rather than its conqueror. The “dialogues” of flowers suggest that form, gesture, and color are expressive—nature communicates through subtle bends, rhythms, and tonal gradations. For Rodin, whose sculpture depends on reading minute inflections of surface and posture, this implies that artistic insight comes from attentive observation and empathy with living forms. The quote also elevates the artist’s role: not merely depicting flowers, but receiving from each a distinct “cordial word,” a personal message. It frames art as translation—rendering nature’s quiet speech into human-made form.