I try to take what voice I have and I give it to those who don’t have one at all.

Never have I found the limits of the photographic potential. Every horizon, upon being reached, reveals another beckoning in the distance. Always, I am on the threshold.

Photography is a small voice, at best, but sometimes one photograph, or a group of them, can lure our sense of awareness.

Hardening of the categories causes art disease.

The world just does not fit conveniently into the format of a 35mm camera.

Passion is in all great searches and is necessary to all creative endeavors.

I didn’t write the rules. Why would I follow them?

I think photojournalism is documentary photography with a purpose.

If I can get them to think, get them to feel, get them to see, then I've done about all that I can as a teacher.

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.

We can't rewind the past, nor fast-forward the future, so today, all we can do is play, record, pause and keep moving, until something should press the stop button.

Concentrate all your thoughts upon the work at hand. The sun's rays do not burn until brought to a focus.

Every relationship has its complications.

I'm awful dull, but I hope I've beat out something nigh the rights of this at last. And so GOD bless you, dear old Pip, old chap, GOD bless you!

I will vote for the first candidate who promises to use nuclear missiles against LinkedIn.

If we have had no past, it is well for us to look hopefully to the future - for the shadows bear the promise of a brighter coming day.

It's really important that we not replicate what came before us, but we do something of our own, that's reflective of our own time, of contemporary society.

No one can advise and help you, no one. There is only one way: go within.

Many have been led astray by the Qur'an: by clinging to that rope many have fallen into the well. There is no fault in the rope, O perverse man, for it was you who had no desire to reach the top.

Even when I get the fried-chicken special of the day, I have to dig into it like it's filet mignon.