Photography Is A Witness Against The Mistaken

You Talk Of Our Having An Idea; We Do Not Have An Idea. The Idea Has Us, And Martyrs Us, And Scourges Us, And Drives Us Into The Arena To Fight And Die For It, Whether We Want To Or Not.

Graves They Say Are Warm'd By Glory; Foolish Words And Empty Story.

Whenever Books Are Burned, Men Also In The End Are Burned.

Thought Is Invisible Nature.

He Only Profits From Praise Who Values Criticism.