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.

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.

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

Wherever there is light, one can photograph.

Photographers must learn not to be ashamed to have their photographs look like photographs.

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

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.