I Have Asked Students At The Beginning

Still Photographs Often Differ From Life More By Their Silence Than By The Immobility Of Their Subjects. Landscape Pictures Tend To Converge With Life, However, On Summer Nights, When The Sounds Outside, After We Call In Children And Close Garage Doors, Are Small - The Whir Of Moths, The Snap Of A Stick.

Darkroom Work Had, After All, Never Interested Me Except As A Means To An End; The Place I Wanted To Be Was Outside In The Light.

What We Hope For From The Artist Is Help In Discovering The Significance Of A Place. In This Sense We Would Choose In Most Respects For Thirty Minutes With Edward Hopper’s Painting Sunday Morning To Thirty Minutes On The Street That Was His Subject; With Hopper’s Vision We See More.

The Experience Of Life That You And I Have Is Pretty Much A Jigsaw Puzzle In The Box: Day-to-day Experiences Of Disconnected Pieces That Don't Seem To Justify The Efforts We Make Each Day.

There Is Only One I Actually. That I Is Consciousness. When You Follow The Personal I To The Source, It Turns Into The Universal I, Which Is Consciousness. Begin To Catch Yourself. Begin To Realize Your Divine Nature. You Do This By Keeping Quiet. The Fastest Way To Realization Is To Keep Quiet.