I Photograph The Things That I Do

There Is No Progress In Art, Any More Than There Is Progress In Making Love.

The Tricks Of Today Are The Truths Of Tomorrow.

Nature Does Not Create Works Of Art. It Is We, And The Faculty Of Interpretation Peculiar To The Human Mind, That See Art.

The Complicated Engines Manufactured By Men Demand, If One Really Wants To Use Them, Much Calm. Ever Since Our Love For Machines Replaced The Love We Used To Have For Our Fellow Man, Catastrophes Proceed To Increase.

If The Affairs Of The World Were Put In The Hands Of The Screwball Artists, It Couldn’t Be In A Worse State Than It Is Now !