Mystery is like a kind of atmosphere which bathes the greatest works of the masters.

To any artist, worthy of the name, all in nature is beautiful, because his eyes, fearlessly accepting all exterior truth, read there, as in an open book, all the inner truth.

I would have to talk for a year to repeat a single on of my works with words.

It is the artist who is truthful and it is photography which lies, for in reality time does not stop

True artists are almost the only men who do their work for pleasure.

There is nothing ugly in art except that which is without character, that is to say, that which offers no outer or inner truth.

Nobody does good to men with impunity.