Photographers, you will never become artists. All you are is mere copiers.

There are some temptations which are so strong that they must be virtues.

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

Blessed art Thou, Lord, who giveth suffering As a divine remedy for our impurities.

I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.

Strangeness is the indispensable condiment of all beauty.

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.