Photography as a fad is well-nigh on its last legs, thanks principally to the bicycle craze.

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.

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.

If you place the imperfect next to the perfect, people will see the difference between the one and the other. But if you offer the imperfect alone, people are only too apt to be satisfied by it.

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.

Technically perfect, pictorially rotten. (Stieglitz's standard comment on photographs he rejected for publication in The American Amateur Photographer.)

A work is not art until enough noise has been made about it and someone rich comes along and buys it.