In The Morning It Was Morning And

Too Often The People Complain That They Have Done Nothing With Their Lives And Then They Wait For Somebody To Tell Them That This Isn't So.

I Was Only Photographing In Words The Reality Of It All.

My Objection To War Was Not That I Had To Kill Somebody Or Be Killed Senselessly, That Hardly Mattered. What I Objected To Was To Be Denied The Right To Sit In A Small Room And Starve And Drink Cheap Wine And Go Crazy In My Own Way And At My Own Leisure.

When I Am Feeling Low All I Have To Do Is Watch My Cats And My Courage Returns

Invent Yourself And Then Reinvent Yourself.