“In your power, all the same. Subject to your will and your demands. No longer free! No! That’s a thought I’ll never endure! Never.”

It is no use lying to one’s self.

Everything I touch seems destined to turn into something mean and farcical.

I don’t imagine you will dispute the fact that at present the stupid people are in an absolutely overwhelming majority all the world over.

Do you know what we are those of us who count as pillars of society? We are society’s tools, neither more nor less.

The majority is always wrong; the minority is rarely right.

Each bird must sing with his own throat.

I am in revolt against the age-old lie that the majority is always right.

Everything that I have written is closely related to something that I have lived through.

Bigger things than the State will fall, all religion will fall.

Poetry is to hold judgment on your soul.

I hold that man is in the right who is most closely in league with the future.

Take the life-lie away from the average man and straight away you take away his happiness.

There can be no freedom or beauty about a home life that depends on borrowing and debt.

Oh, law and order! I often think it is that that is at the bottom of all the misery in the world.

Look into any man’s heart you please, and you will always find, in every one, at least one black spot which he has to keep concealed.

So to conduct one’s life as to realize oneself-this seems to me the highest attainment possible to a human being. It is the task of one and all of us, but most of us bungle it.

Kings will be tyrants from policy, when subjects are rebels from principle.

Most of my subject matter was all kind of, like, party stuff, jewelry and cars. It was really just, you know, shallow.

A genuine smile distributes the cosmic current, Prana to every body cell.The happy man is less subject to disease, for happiness actually attracts into the body a greater supply of the Universal life energy.

For me, the subject is of secondary importance: I want to convey what is alive between me and the subject.

The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.

The real subject of every painting is light.

What I’m exploring right now is the subject of my own mortality, It’s an area that I’m curious about, and I’m researching it to see if there’s a photographic essay in it for me. If images don’t start to come, I’ll go to something else.

That’s the most difficult issue for me – to find a subject that holds my interest long enough that I’m prepared to go to work and spend the time and energy to shoot the subject.