My images were surreal simply in the sense that my vision brought out the fantastic dimension of reality. My only aim was to express reality, for there is nothing more surreal than reality itself. If reality fails to fill us with wonder, it is because we have fallen into the habit of seeing it as ordinary.

To me photography must suggest, not insist or explain.

The surrealism of my pictures was nothing but the real made eerie by vision. I was trying to express reality, for there is nothing more surrealist.

Photography is the very conscience of painting. It constantly reminds the later of what it must not do.

Photography in our time leaves us with a grave responsibility. While we are playing in our studios with broken flowerpots, oranges, nude studies and still lifes, one day we know that we will be brought to account: life is passing before our eyes without our ever having seen a thing.

To keep from going stale you must forget your professional outlook and rediscover the virginal eye of the amateur.

The wall, safe haven for what is forbidden, gives a voice to all those who would, without it, be condemned to silence