Photography is the first art wherein the tool does most of the work.

Human was the music, natural was the static.

Let us not seek to make it less monstrous, for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty, lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are embarrassed by the miracle, and crushed by remonstrance.

From infancy on, we are all spies; the shame is not this but that the secrets to be discovered are so paltry and few.

How sad, how strange, we make companions out of air and hurt them, so they will defy us, completing creation.

You cannot but learn more of the world's heft, as you take it now into your hands.

Our brains are no longer conditioned for reverence and awe. We cannot imagine a Second Coming that would not be cut down to size by the televised evening news, or a Last Judgment not subject to pages of holier-than-thou second-guessing in The New York Review of Books.