As they have dared, so shall I dare. Dare to tell the truth, as I have pledged to tell it, in full, since the normal channels of justice have failed to do so. My duty is to speak out; I do not wish to be an accomplice in this travesty. My nights would otherwise be haunted by the spectre of the innocent man, far away, suffering the most horrible of tortures for a crime he did not commit.
Dreyfus is innocent. I swear it! I stake my life on it — my honor
Everything is only a dream.
I am an artist… I am here to live out loud.
I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don’t care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.
I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.
If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.
If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
The fate of animals is of greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous; it is indissolubly connected with the fate of men.
The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
The truth is on the march and nothing will stop it.
There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.