The man in ecstasy and the man drowning - both throw up their arms. The first to signify harmony, the second to signify strife with the elements.

We can't carry on like this. Maybe you can't see it, but I can. I don't want to call this monster my brother, all I can say is: we have to try and get rid of it.

The church tower, firm in line, soaring unfalteringly to its tapering point, topped with red tiles and broad in the roof, an earthly building – what else can men build? – but with a loftier goal than the humble dwelling-houses and a clearer meaning than the muddle of everyday life.

The fact that there is nothing but a spiritual world deprives us of hope and gives us certainty.

But happiness only if I can raise the world into the Pure, the True, the Immutable.

We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.

It's often better to be in chains than to be free.