Hatred Is A Parasite That Devours All.

From Bonheur De Vivre - I Was Thirty-five Then - To This Cut-out - I Am Eighty-two - I Have Not Changed; Not In The Way My Friends Mean Who Want To Compliment Me, No Matter What, On My Good Health, But Because All This Time I Have Looked For The Same Things, Which I Have Perhaps Realized By Different Means.

After A Half-century Of Hard Work And Reflection The Wall Is Still There.

Photographs Will Always Be Impressive Because They Show Us Nature, And All Artists Will Find In Them A World Of Sensations. The Photographer Must Therefore Intervene As Little As Possible, So As Not To Cause Photography To Lose The Objective Charm Which It Naturally Possesses, Notwithstanding Its Defects.

It Has Always Bothered Me That I Don't Paint Like Everyone Else

Love Wants To Rise, Not To Be Held Down By Anything Base... He Who Loves Flies, Runs, And Rejoices; He Is Free And Nothing Holds Him Back. Derive Happiness From Yourself, From A Good Day's Work, From The Clearing That It Makes In The Fog That Surrounds Us.