The mere notion of photography, when we introduce it into our meditation on the genesis of historical knowledge and its true value, suggests the simple question: Could such and such a fact, as it is narrated here, have been photographed?

A man's true secrets are more secret to himself than they are to others.

There is a difference if we see something with a pencil in our hand or without one.

Thanks to photography, the eye grew accustomed to anticipate what it should see and to see it; and it learned not to see nonexistent things which, hitherto, it had seen so clearly.

Cognition reigns but does not rule.

An intelligent woman is a woman with whom one can be as stupid as one wants.

Photography invites one to give up any attempt to delineate such things as can delineate themselves.