In the absence of a subject with which you are passionately involved, and without the excitement that drives you to grasp it and exhaust it, you may take some beautiful pictures, but not a photographic oeuvre.

To me photography must suggest, not insist or explain.

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.

Beauty is not the purpose of creation, it is its reward. Its appearance, often late in the day, is no more than an indication that the disrupted equilibrium between man and nature has once again been restored by art. Submitted to this test, what remains of contemporary works of art?

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

A poor photographer meets chance one out of a hundred times and a good photographer meets chance all the time.

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