Since photography gives us every guarantee of exactitude that we could desire (they really believe that, the mad fools !), then photography and art are the same thing.

Even as a child I felt in my heart two opposite emotions: the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.

I have to confess that I had gambled on my soul and lost it with heroic insouciance and lightness of touch. The soul is so impalpable, so often useless, and sometimes such a nuisance, that I felt no more emotion on losing it than if, on a stroll, I had mislaid my visiting card.

One can only forget about time by making use of it.

Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.

My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.

Music fathoms the sky.