All that I know about my life, it seems, I have learned in books.
Because we can imagine, we are free.
For common minds have an ugly ability to perceive in the deepest and richest saying nothing but their own everyday opinion.
For the time being I have seen enough of living things, of dogs, of men, of all flabby masses which move spontaneously.
Photographs are not ideas. They give us ideas.
Uncalled-for aggression arouses the hatred of the civilian population.