There is no progress in art, any more than there is progress in making love.

I would photograph an idea rather than an object, a dream rather than an idea.

Of course, there will always be those who look only at technique, who ask 'how', while others of a more curious nature will ask 'why'. Personally, I have always preferred inspiration to information.

A camera alone does not make a picture. To make a picture you need a camera, a photographer and above all a subject. It is the subject that determines the interest of the photograph.

When I saw I was under attack from all sides, I knew I was on the right track.

My works were designed to amuse, annoy, bewilder, mystify and inspire reflection.

To me, a painter, if not the most useful, is the least harmful member of our society.

Nature does not create works of art. It is we, and the faculty of interpretation peculiar to the human mind, that see art.

To create is divine, to reproduce is human.

I photograph the things that I do not wish to paint, the things which already have an existence.

I have been accused of being a joker. But the most successful art to me involves humor.

Life is really amazing if we know how to fill our hearts with the beauty of life.

I've never seen grief like it. Grief like that, it's like an animal. She's not eating. She's not sleeping. She's whimpering. She's sluggish. She's not herself

Home they brought her warrior dead.

Any organization created out of fear must create fear to survive.

People really feel like music is free, but will pay $6 for water. You can drink water free out of the tap and it's good water. But they're okay paying for it. It's just the mindset right now.

Man is always and everywhere a blight on the landscape.

First the stalk - then the roots. First the need - then the means to satisfy that need. First the nucleus -then the elements needed for its growth.

Work hard, earn a great living, get whatever you want out of life, have all the stuff you want. But there should be a ceiling on it-enough is enough!

There is a doctrine whispered in secret that a man is a prisoner who has no right to open the door and run away; this is a great mystery which I do not quite understand.

I couldn’t get the words exactly right; I only remembered wishing that Jacob were my brother so that we could love each other without any confusion or pain.