The white race is the cancer of human history.

The particular qualities and intentions of photographs tend to be swallowed up in the generalized pathos of time past.

War tears, rends. War rips open, eviscerates. War scorches. War dismembers. War ruins.

One criticizes in others what one recognizes and despises in oneself. For example, an artist who is revolted by another’s ambitiousness.

Silence remains, inescapably, a form of speech.

Compassion is an unstable emotion. It needs to be translated into action, or it withers.

The truth is balance. However the opposite of truth, which is unbalance, may not be a lie.