When I make a picture, I make love.

The ability to make a truly artistic photograph is not acquired off-hand, but is the result of an artistic instinct coupled with years of labor.

For that is the power of the camera: seize the familiar and give it new meanings, a special significance by the mark of a personality.

To demand the portrait that will be a complete portrait of a person is as futile as to demand that a motion picture be condensed into a single still.

There is nothing so wrong as accepting a thing merely because men who have done things say it should be so.

All I want is to preserve that wonderful something which so purely exists between us.

The scene fascinated me: a round straw hat; the funnel leaning left, the stairway leaning right; the white drawbridge, its railings made of chain; white suspenders crossed on the back of a man below; circular iron machinery; a mast that cut into the sky, completing a triangle.