Do Not Copy Nature. Art Is An

It Is Useless To Advise Solitude For Everyone; One Must Be Strong Enough To Endure It And To Work Alone.

Machines Have Come, Art Has Fled, And I Am Far From Thinking Photography Can Help Us.

Sometimes People Accuse Me Of Being Incomprehensible Only Because They Look For An Explicative Side To My Pictures Which Is Not There.

Night Is Here. All Is At Rest. My Eyes Close In Order To See Without Actually Understanding The Dream That Flees Before Men Infinite Space; And I Experience The Languorous Sensation Produced By The Mournful Procession Of My Hopes.

A Time Will Come When People Will Think I Am A Myth, Or Rather Something The Newspapers Have Made Up.