All the visible universe is nothing but a shop of images and signs.

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.

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.

And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!

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

A man who drinks only water has a secret to hide from his fellow men.

There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite.