I've found a new battle cry in an article by Debussy's imaginary critic, named Monsieur Croche (Mr. Eighth-note), who Debussy used as a mouthpiece in the Revue blanche:
"Remain unique!... unblemished! Being too influenced by one's milieu spoils an artist: in the end he becomes nothing but the expression of his milieu"
"Search for a discipline within freedom! Don't let yourself be governed by formulae drawn from decadent philosophies: they are for the feeble-minded. Listen to no one's advice except that of the wind in the trees. That can recount the whole history of mankind..."
