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.

The purpose of art is to raise people to a higher level of awareness than they would otherwise attain on their own.

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?

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

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

It is not sociologists who provide insights but photographers of our sort who are observers at the very center of their times. I have always felt strongly that this was the photographer's true vocation.

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