If I knew how to take a good photograph, I'd do it every time.

I don't photograph life as it is, but life as I would like it to be.

Life is short. Forgive quickly. Kiss slowly.

The marvels of daily life are exciting; no movie director can arrange the unexpected that you find in the street.

A photographer who made a picture from a splendid moment, an accidental pose of someone or a beautiful scenery, is the finder of a treasure.

For a photographer, the first 70 years are a bit difficult, but after that things get better.

There are days when simply seeing feels like happiness itself....You feel so rich, the elation seems almost excessive and you want to share it

To suggest is to create; to describe is to destroy.

If you take photos, don't speak, don't write, don't analyze yourself, and don't answer any questions.

A hundredth of a second here, a hundredth of a second there-even if you put them end to end, they still only add up to one, two, perhaps three seconds, snatched from eternity.

I prefer my hesitations, my false paths, my stammering, to a preconceived idea.

In Dominion they have a saying about the Lasters. Those who can, Splice. Everyone else comes in Last.

Only those who seek within, get to discover their true unconditional happiness.

Doctors are busy playing God when so few of us have the qualifications. And besides the job is taken.

Never memorize what you can look up in a book.

In the Third World, there are 1.3 billion poor people. In other words, one out of every three inhabitants lives in poverty.

Our silence is deafening and deadly.

People in their natural state are basically good. But this natural innocence,however, is corrupted by the evils of society.

I've never really been settled. I don't think I've ever known what it was like to be a person that was used to sitting still. I think it's given me the ability to detach from any situation.

If you really want something , you can have it if you're willing to pay the price. And the price means you have to work better and harder than the next guy.

In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed.