Is there really nothing, nothing left of me?

I tell you in truth: all men are Prophets or else God does not exist.

Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.

Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.

If you begin by saying, 'Thou shalt not lie,' there is no longer any possibility of political action.

One of the chief motives of artistic creation is certainly the need of feeling that we are essential in relationship to the world.

Photographs are not ideas. They give us ideas.