It seems not to have been written. It is the quintessence of life. It is the basic truth.

There is a good deal of solemn cant about the common interests of capital and labor. As matters stand, their only common interest is that of cutting each others throat.

Real art is illumination, it adds stature to life.

The perfect bureaucrat everywhere is the man who manages to make no decisions and escape all responsibility.

Every man with an idea has at least two or three followers.

The virtue of the camera is not the power it has to transform the photographer into an artist, but the impulse it gives him to keep on looking.

Although the theater is not life, it is composed of fragments or imitations of life, and people on both sides of the footlight have to unite to make the fragments whole and the imitations genuine.