I photograph the things that I do not wish to paint, the things which already have an existence.

Each one of us, in his timidity, has a limit beyond which he is outraged. It is inevitable that he who by concentrated application has extended this limit for himself, should arouse the resentment of those who have accepted conventions which, since accepted by all, require no initiative of application. And this resentment generally takes the form of meaningless laughter or of criticism, if not persecution.

Just as I work with paints, brushes, and canvas, I work with the light, pieces of glass and chemistry.

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

I do not photograph nature. I photograph my visions.

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

Is photography an art? There is no point in trying to find out if it is an art. Art is old-fashioned. We need something else.