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

All art, like all love, is rooted in heartache.

Wherever there is light, one can photograph.

There are many schools of painting. Why should there not be many schools of photographic art? There is hardly a right and a wrong in these matters, but there is truth, and that should form the basis of all works of art.

In photography there is a reality so subtle that it becomes more real than reality.

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.

When I make a picture, I make love.