Machines have come, art has fled, and I am far from thinking photography can help us.
Art is either a plagiarist or a revolutionist.
Civilization is what makes you sick.
In art one is concerned with the condition of the spirit for three quarters of the time; one must therefore care for oneself if he wishes to make something great and lasting.
Where do we come from? What are We? Where are we going?
In art, there are only two types of people: revolutionaries and plagiarists. And in the end, doesn't the revolutionary's work become official, once the State takes it over?