The Pictures Are There, And You Just

The War Correspondent Has His Stake - His Life - In His Own Hands, And He Can Put It On This Horse Or That Horse, Or He Can Put It Back In His Pocket At The Very Last Minute.

The [concentration Camps] Were Swarming With Photographers And Every New Picture Of Horror Served Only To Diminish The Total Effect. Now, For A Short Day, Everyone Will See What Happened To Those Poor Devils In Those Camps; Tomorrow, Very Few Will Care What Happens To Them In The Future.

The War Is Like An Actress Who Is Getting Old. It's Less And Less Photogenic And More And More Dangerous. (1944)

It's Not Always Easy To Stand Aside And Be Unable To Do Anything Except Record The Sufferings Around One.

I Hope To Stay Unemployed As A War Photographer Till The End Of My Life.