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.

A mother never realizes that her children are no longer children.

I suspect the fault...is in me: that I hate any job on earth, as a job and a hindrance and a semi-suicide.

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

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

Understanding, and action proceeding from understanding and guided by it, is one weapon against the world's bombardment, the one medicine, the one instrument by which liberty, health, and joy may be shaped . . . in the individual, and in the race.

Children, taught either years beneath their intelligence or miles wide of relevance to it, or both: their intelligence becomes hopelessly bewildered, drawn off its centers, bored, or atrophied.