My own eyes are no more than scouts on a preliminary search, or the camera's eye may entirely change my idea.

......so called “composition” becomes a personal thing, to be developed along with technique, as a personal way of seeing.

...the pepper is beginning to show signs of strain, and tonight should grace a salad. It has been suggested that I am a cannibal to eat my models.

There is nothing like a Bach fugue to remove me from a discordant moment... only Bach hold up fresh and strong after repeated playing. I can always return to Bach when the other records weary me.

I would say to any artist: Don't be repressed in your work, dare to experiment, consider any urge, if in a new direction all the better.

Arguments against photography ever being considered a fine art are: the element of chance which enters in, — finding things ready-made for a machine to record, and of course the mechanics of the medium. I say that chance enters into all branches of art.

My true program is summed up in one word: life. I expect to photograph anything suggested by that word which appeals to me.