Nature does not create works of art. It is we, and the faculty of interpretation peculiar to the human mind, that see art.

There is no progress in art, any more than there is progress in making love.

Cut out the eye from a photograph of one who has been loved but is seen no more. Attach the eye to the pendulum of a metronome and regulate the weight to suit the tempo desired. Keep going to the limit of endurance. With a hammer well-aimed, try to destroy the whole at a single blow.

I do not photograph nature. I photograph my visions.

Oh, yes, I was a great retoucher. A retoucher is an esthetic surgeon !

To create is divine, to reproduce is human.

Speaking of nudes, I have always had a great fondness for this subject, both in my paintings and in my photos, and I must admit, not for purely artistic reasons.