Every work of art is the child of its age and, in many cases, the mother of our emotions. It follows that each period of culture produces an art of its own which can never be repeated.

Efforts to revive the art principles of the past at best produce works of art that resemble a stillborn child.

Every artist, as child of his age, is impelled to express the spirit of his age.

The artist is not a 'Sunday child' for whom everything immediately succeeds. He does not have the right to live without duty. The task that is assigned to him is painful, it is a heavy cross for him to bear.