Beautiful dreams - if the world were more beautiful they would come true - But the world is relentless & cruel - people are - they must be, I suppose, or they could not live.

Wherever there is light, one can photograph.

In photography there is a reality so subtle that it becomes more real than reality.

A woman artist could be one of those intuitive geniuses [who] have kept their childlike spirit and have added to it breadth of vision and experience.

Photography my passion, the search for truth, my obsession.

Utopia is in the moment. Not in some future time, some other place, but in the here and now, or else it is nowhere.

All art, like all love, is rooted in heartache.

Photographers must learn not to be ashamed to have their photographs look like photographs.

My cloud photographs are equivalents of my most profound life experiences, my basic philosophy of life. All art is an equivalent of the artist’s most profound life experiences.

If you place the imperfect next to the perfect, people will see the difference between the one and the other. But if you offer the imperfect alone, people are only too apt to be satisfied by it.

The arts equally have distinct departments, and unless photography has its own possibilities of expression, separate from those of the other arts, it is merely a process, not an art.

Houston, Tranquillity Base here. The Eagle has landed.

Well, aren't you just saying it's better to be neurotic, sensitive, and miserable than unimaginative, adjusted and content? Is it really better?

Instead of being taught independence, energy, and enterprise, our youth today is taught to look for security.

My advice to everyone is find something that you love to do and you are passionate about. Because if you're not passionate about something, it's very difficult to be dedicated to it.

Sometimes one creates a dynamic impression by saying something, and sometimes one creates as significant an impression by remaining silent.

Take away all your labels and you are the Infinite Being.

No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up.

Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great.

My modus operandi after working for a decade as a self-funding freelancer, was to spend as little money as possible to get the job done, even if it was on someone else's nickel.

How bitter it is to reap a harvest of evil for good that you have done! [Lat., Ut acerbum est, pro benefactis quom mali messem metas!]