With considerable soul searching, that to the utmost of my ability, I have let truth be the prejudice.

My camera, my intentions stopped no man from falling. Nor did they aid him after he had fallen. It could be said that photographs be damned for they bind no wounds. Yet, I reasoned, if my photographs could cause compassionate horror within the viewer, they might also prod the conscience of that viewer into taking action.

I can’t stand these damn shows on museum walls with neat little frames, where you look at the images as if they were pieces of art. I want them to be pieces of life!

Available light is any damn light that is available!

I would that my photographs might be, not the coverage of a news event, but an indictment of war.

... to became neighbours and friends instead of journalists. This is the way to make your finest photographs.

The journalistic photographer can have no other than a personal approach; and it is impossible for him to be completely objective. Honest—yes. Objective—no.