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

Utopia is in the moment. Not in some future time, some other place, but in the here and now, or else it is nowhere.

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

The arts equally have distinct departments, and unless photography has its own possibilities of expression, separate from those of the other arts, it is merely a process, not an art.

The fight for photography became my life.

If you can imagine photography in the guise of a woman and you’d ask her what she thought of Stieglitz, she’d say: He always treated me like a gentleman.

Wherever there is light, one can photograph.