Depression is rage spread thin.

Knowledge of what is possible is the beginning of happiness.

Every real object must cease to be what it seemed, and none could ever be what the whole soul desired.

To understand oneself is the classic form of consolation; to elude oneself is the romantic.

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.

Art is the response to the demand for entertainment, for the stimulation of our senses and imagination, and truth enters into it only as it subserves these ends.

A country without a memory is a country of madmen.