I suddenly understood that a photograph could fix eternity in an instant.

Freedom for me is a strict frame, and inside that frame are all the variations possible.

There is nothing in this world that does not have a decisive moment.

I enjoy very much seeing a good photographer working. There’s an elegance, just like in a bullfight.

Photography appears to be an easy activity; in fact it is a varied and ambiguous process in which the only common denominator among its practitioners is in the instrument.

Photography is like fencing. You must keep your distance, wait, and then thrust.

Photography must seize upon this moment and hold immobile the equilibrium of it. The photographers eye is perpetually evaluating. A photographer can bring coincidence of line simply by moving his head a fraction of a millimeter. He can modify perspectives by a slight bending of the knees. By placing the camera closer to or farther from the subject, he draws a detail — and it can be subordinated, or he can be tyrannized by it.