I feel myself inhabited by a force or being -- very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.

Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.

There is always a period when a man with a beard shaves it off. This period does not last. He returns headlong to his beard.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

A true photographer is as rare as a true poet or a true painter.

Art is science in the flesh.

Art is science made flesh.