A very receptive state of mind... not unlike a sheet of film itself - seemingly inert, yet so sensitive that a fraction of a second's exposure conceives a life in it.

When gifts are given to me through my camera, I accept them graciously.

One should not only photograph things for what they are but for what else they are.

No matter how slow the film, Spirit always stands still long enough for the photographer It has chosen.

When you approach something to photograph it, first be still with yourself until the object of your attention affirms your presence. Then don't leave until you have captured its essence.

I'm always mentally photographing everything as practice.

All photographs are self-portraits.

One does not photograph something simply for 'what it is', but 'for what else it is.

At first glance a photograph can inform us. At second glance it can reach us.

Be still with yourself until the object of your attention affirms your presence.

If all your life means to you is water running over rocks, then photograph it, but I want to create something that would not have existed without me.

Every relationship will suffer to some degree without finding self-acceptance and treating yourself like your own best friend.

A man doesn't cry. In my life, I've never cried. I cannot do it. I am a man. How will I cry?

When in all the nations of the world the rule of law is the darling of the leaders and the plague of the people, we ought to begin to recognize this.

Wall Street has come a long way from the insider-dominated world that was blown apart by the Great Depression.

If I am going to be the future bloody Queen of England I'm going to wear that dress once because I'm giving up the rest of my life, all of my privacy. At least I can get a new dress every day!

All this is applicable to the intellectual faculties of man. There is a considerable difference between one person and another as regards these faculties, as is well known to philosophers.

Hither and thither spins The wind-borne mirroring soul, A thousand glimpses wins, And never sees a whole.

In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming.

O the shame of it, the humiliating shame of being condescended to by dolts