Photographs are not ideas. They give us ideas.

If you seek authenticity for authenticity's sake you are no longer authentic.

Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.

This is the basis for the joy of love when there is joy; we feel that our existence is justified.

I have nothing but contempt for you idiotic chosen ones who have the heart to rejoice when there are the damned in Hell and the poor on earth; as for me, I am on the side of men and I will not leave it.

I was a neophyte in another world [in 1954].

I'd come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.