Photography at first was asked to do nothing but embalm our best smiles for the benefit of our friends and our best clothes for the amusement of posterity. Neither thing lasts, and photography came as a welcome salve to keep those precious, if slightly ridiculous, things a little longer in the world.

Society itself is an accident to the spirit, and if society in any of its forms is to be justified morally it must be justified at the bar of the individual conscience.

The habit of looking for beauty in everything makes us notice the shortcomings of things, our sense, hungry for complete satisfaction, misses the perfection it demands.

Theory helps us to bear our ignorance of facts.

Facts are all accidents. They all might have been different. They all may become different. They all may collapse altogether.

The dreamer can know no truth, not even about his dream, except by awaking out of it.

Friendship is almost always the union of a part of one mind with the part of another; people are friends in spots.