Q: Do you really distance yourself from your subject? I mean, what would you do if you were presented with a young girl burning to death? A: About 1/60 at f5.6.

The pictures are there, and you just take them.

You don't have to pose your camera. The pictures are there, and you just take them. The truth is the best picture, the best propaganda. (On the Spanish Civil War, 1937)

If your pictures aren't good enough, you aren't close enough.

It’s not enough to have talent. You also have to be Hungarian.

The war is like an actress who is getting old. It's less and less photogenic and more and more dangerous. (1944)

What's the point of getting killed if you've got the wrong exposure?

The truth is the best picture, the best propaganda.

I hope to stay unemployed as a war photographer till the end of my life.

In a war, you must hate somebody or love somebody; you must have a position or you cannot stand what goes on

It's not always easy to stand aside and be unable to do anything except record the sufferings around one.

Silence nurtures the soul, relaxes the body temple and gives us the strength we need in moments of uncertainty. Welcome it.

Teachable spirit makes you crave for more wisdom and knowledge.

People who live in seven houses shouldn't throw stones

Everybody has a different Internet.

I don't say what God is, but a name That somehow answers us when we are driven To feel and think how little we have to do With what we are.

There is no such thing as great writing - there is only great re-writing!

The issue of world environment has a special kind of urgency... The issue is one of rich peoples and poor peoples, of the growing gap between the two, and of the rich fouling their own nests.

What is the effect of unlimited coinage of silver in this country? and I invite your attention to this particularly, because it is a question of vital importance.

When you get into making movies, then the physical mundane reality of life must be presented. But in comics you can jack it up and work in shorthand.

I represent what is left of a vanishing race, and that is the pedestrian. That I am still able to be here, I owe to a keen eye and a nimble pair of legs. But I know they'll get me someday.