“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 !”

The tricks of today are the truths of tomorrow.

Personally, I have always preferred inspiration to information.

I am not going to be dictated to by the size of the camera. I use everything from an 8 x 10 to a 35-mm. But I don’t use these modern cameras which break down all the time !

l photograph what l do not wish to paint and l paint that which l cannot photograph.

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

An original is a creation motivated by desire.

I paint when I cannot photograph.

I have never painted a recent picture.

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

To create is divine, to reproduce is human.

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

The streets are full of admirable craftsmen, but so few practical dreamers.

Oh, yes, I was a great retoucher. A retoucher is an esthetic surgeon !

I do not photograph nature. I photograph my visions.

It has never been my object to record my dreams, just the determination to realize them.

Quote me as much as you like; as a matter of fact I don’t even mind if you misquote me !

Happiness is never a negative affair; it is to be won by men who are fully alive, full of the joy of living.

In the UK cycling was very popular until the end of the 1950’s but it really lost out to our love affair with the car.

Iran began a policy of expanding its revolution, of interfering with the affairs of its neighbors

Too many expedients may spoil an affair.

To separate man and woman at school, at work, at meetings, in short, to separate them at life, is the affair of perverted and fusty minds! Where there is separation, there is excessive primitiveness!

Religion has become an impersonal affair, an institutional loyalty. It survives on the level of activities rather than in the stillness of commitment.

The world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.

Men have always looked before and after, and rebelled against the existing order. But for their divine discontent, men would not have been men, and there would have been no progress in human affairs.