However much [photographs] may lie, they do so with the raw materials of truth.

I prefer a taken to a made photograph.

The man who comes to writing late, but is in essence a writer, may sometimes gain as much as he has lost: his experience of life has given him a subject, he is spared the youthful writer's self-torment and soul-searching.

The vast number of photographers, feeding on anything visible, overgraze the landscape the way cattle overgraze their pasture.

Writes have an island, a center of refuge, within themselves. It is the mind's anchorage, the soul's Great Good Place.

We make to ourselves pictures of facts. The picture is a model of reality

The man who walks alone is soon trailed by the F.B.I.