Just as there are many mansions in our Father's house, so there are many in Apollo's.

Art is vast.

The artist has a perfect right to descend to the nethermost depths and to enter into the inner secrets of the soul, but this right is not a duty.
The artists of Ancient Greece, with all their marvellous works, were not profound.

Their marble goddesses were beautiful, and beauty was sufficient.
Our old-time sculptors--Clodion and Coysevox--were not profound; nor were Fragonard, La Tour, nor Marivaux, yet they brought honor to the French school.
All have their value and all are necessary.

The rose with its fresh color and its perfume, is, in its way, as precious as the sturdy oak.
Art has a place for artists of all kinds, and no one should flatter himself that he is the only one who is capable of covering the entire field of art.
Some, even in treating a familiar subject, have as much dignity as a Roman emperor on his golden throne, but Massenet did not belong to this type.