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!

Hardening of the categories causes art disease.

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

Negatives are the notebooks, the jottings, the false starts, the whims, the poor drafts, and the good draft but never the completed version of the work The print and a proper one is the only completed photograph, whether it is specifically shaded for reproduction, or for a museum wall.

What use having a great depth of field, if there is not an adequate depth of feeling?

My photographs at best hold only a small length, but through them I would suggest and criticize and illuminate and try to give compassionate understanding.