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.

I prefer a taken to a made photograph.

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

The past is useless. That explains why it is past.

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

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

Cats don't belong to people. They belong to places.