Who Tells A Finer Tale Than Any

Through All The World There Goes One Long Cry From The Heart Of The Artist: Give Me A Chance To Do My Best.

Now, Looking Back On My Life In Africa, I Feel That It Might Altogether Be Described As The Existence Of A Person Who Had Come From A Rushed And Noisy World, Into A Still Country.

God Made The World Round So We Would Never Be Able To See Too Far Down The Road.

It Is Not A Bad Thing In A Tale That You Understand Only Half Of It.

Here And There, In Some Older Houses, Old Faded Daguerreotypes Still Hang On The Walls... They Seem To Us To Be Very Simple... Compared With The Artistic And Skillful Portraits Made In Later Days... Here Was A Photograph That At One Time Had Been The Last Word, A Very Modern Portrait... Today It Is Just A Part Of Cultural History. The Small Yellowed Surface Has Acquired Depth, An Admonishing Perspective. We Hold In Our Hand A Symbol Of The Structure And Ideology Of An Epoch.