Only a vision - that is what one must have.

I am not interested in shooting new things - I am interested to see things new.

There is only you and your camera. The limitations in your photography are in yourself, for what we see is what we are.

A picture is the expression of an impression. If the beautiful were not in us, how would we ever recognize it?

Leica, schmeica. The camera doesn't make a bit of difference. All of them can record what you are seeing. But you have to see.

Color is joy. One does not think joy. One is carried by it.

A picture is the expression of an impression

We all would love sometimes to be free from our own knowledge. It is even the most difficult to unlearn - as the most important problems are.

Decide for yourself what kind of works you want to create... facts, essays, poems - do you want to speak or to sing?

All I wanted was to connect my moods with those of Paris. Beauty pains and when it pained most, I shot.

There are almost too many possibilities. Photography is in direct proportion with our time: multiple, faster, instant. Because it is so easy, it will be more difficult.

Don't expect to know your husband inside and out within a month of marriage. For a long time you will be making discoveries

Be polite in your speeches. Good information rudely communicated will make no positive difference.

The end of her life was only the beginning of her story.Sweet Sleep

Grace doesn't obsess with ourselves. It obsesses with people and with brokenness. This is a hard place to live, but God is bigger than hard places to live.

I'm not rational enough to be a good journalist.

Failure is not fatal. Only failure to get back up is.

If you don't do something special against Chris Evert you find yourself losing concentration after 35 shots.

The whole dream of having your own place is great, but the reality is having to cook and clean yourself and do the washing and make sure there's milk in the fridge. But you have to grow up some time.

The great art of governing consists in not letting men grow old in their jobs.

But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.