A True Photographer Is As Rare As

A Picture Is Not A Window...an Abstract Refers To No Reality But Its Own.

The Poet Doesn't Invent. He Listens.

And Now I Have To Confess The Unpardonable And The Scandalous. I Am A Happy Man. And I Am Going To Tell You The Secret Of My Happiness. It Is Quite Simple. I Love Mankind. I Love Love. I Hate Hate. I Try To Understand And Accept.

Be A Constant Outrage To Modesty There Is Nothing To Fear: Modesty Is Exercised Only Among The Blind.

Cultivate Everything The Critics Hated In Your First Work - That's What Makes You Unique.