I have been accused of being a joker. But the most successful art to me involves humor.

The complicated engines manufactured by men demand, if one really wants to use them, much calm. Ever since our love for machines replaced the love we used to have for our fellow man, catastrophes proceed to increase.

I would photograph an idea rather than an object, a dream rather than an idea.

It has never been my object to record my dreams, just the determination to realize them.

An effort impelled by desire must also have an automatic or subconscious energy to aid its realization.

In the same spirit, when the automobile arrived, there were those that declared the horse to be the most perfect form of locomotion.

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