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 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.

Everything is relative except relatives, and they are absolute.

My photographs are a picture of the chaos in the world, and of my relationship to that chaos. My prints show the world’s constant upsetting of man’s equilibrium, and his eternal battle to reestablish it.

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.

When I make a picture, I make love.