Why is it that my heart is so touched whenever I meet a dog lost in our noisy streets? Why do I feel such anguished pity when I see one of these creatures coming and going, sniffing everyone, frightened, despairing of even finding its master?

The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.

One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.

In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.

The vague torment of ... ambition.

Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.

A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.