Do Your Work, But Do Your Thing.

When The Spirit Is Not Master Of The World, Then It Is Its Dupe.

Nature Suffers Nothing To Remain In Her Kingdom Which Cannot Help Itself.

To The Birds And Trees He Talks: Caesar Of His Leafy Rome, There The Poet Is At Home.

The Virtue Of Art Lies In Detachment, In Sequestering One Object From The Embarrassing Variety. Until One Thing Comes Out From Theconnection Of Things, There Can Be Enjoyment, Contemplation, But No Thought.

"do Not Call Yourself An "artist-photographer" And Make "artist-painters" And "artist-sculptors" Laugh; Call Yourself A Photographer And Wait For Artists To Call You Brother."