In Opera, There Is Always

I Am More And More Convinced That Music Is Not, In Essence, A Thing Which Can Be Cast Into A Traditional And Fixed Form. It Is Made Up Of Colors And Rhythms.

I Have A Horror Of Sentimentality, And I Cannot Forget That Its Name Is Saint-saëns.

The Music I Desire Must Be Supple Enough To Adapt Itself To The Lyrical Effusions Of The Soul And The Fantasy Of Dreams.

Art Is The Most Beautiful Deception Of All! And Although People Try To Incorporate The Everyday Events Of Life In It, We Must Hope That It Will Remain A Deception Lest It Become A Utilitarian Thing, Sad As A Factory.

What I Am Trying To Do Is Something Different - An Effect Of Reality, But What Some Fools Call Impressionism, A Term That Is Usually Misapplied, Especially By The Critics Who Don't Hesitate To Apply It To Turner, The Greatest Creator Of Mysterious Effects In The Whole World Of Art.