The camera seems to me, next to unassisted and weaponless consciousness, the central instrument of our time.

Truth lies within a little and certain compass, but error is immense.

As a whole part of "psychological education" it needs to be remembered that a neurosis can be valuable; also that "adjustment" to a sick and insane environment is of itself not "health" but sickness and insanity.

The camera is just a machine, which records with impressive and as a rule very cruel faithfulness.

All of consciousness is shifted from the imagined, the revisive, to the effort to perceive simply the cruel radiance of what is

In every child who is born, no matter what circumstances, and of no matter what parents, the potentiality of the human race is born again: and in him, too, once more, and of each of us, our terrific responsibility toward human life; toward the utmost idea of goodness, of the horror of terror, and of God.

It is a peculiar part of the good photographer's adventure to know where luck is most likely to lie in the stream, to hook it, and to bring it in without unfair play and without too much subduing it.