I’m no part time dilettante photographer, unlike the bartenders, shoe salesmen, floorwalkers plumbers, barbers, grocery clerks and chiropractors whose great hobby is their camera. All their friends rave about what wonderful pictures they take. If they’re so good, why don’t they take pictures full—time, for a living, and make floor walking, chiropractics, etc., their hobby? But everyone wants to play it safe. They’re afraid to give up their pay checks and their security they might miss a meal.

Many photographers live in a dream world of beautiful backgrounds. It wouldn’t hurt them to get a taste of reality to wake them up.

People are so wonderful that a photographer has only to wait for that breathless moment to capture what he wants on film.

If I had a picture of two handcuffed criminals being booked, I would cut the picture in half and get five bucks for each.

The same camera that photographs a murder scene can photograph a beautiful society affair at a big hotel.

To me, pictures are like blintzes - ya gotta get 'em while they're hot.

To me a photograph is a page from life, and that being the case, it must be real.