A mad, keen photographer needs to get out into the world and work and make mistakes.

Photography, alone of the arts, seems perfected to serve the desire humans have for a moment - this very moment - to stay.

A mad, keen photographer needs to get out into the world and work and make mistakes.

As I have practiced it, photography produces pleasure by simplicity. I see something special and show it to the camera. A picture is produced. The moment is held until someone sees it. Then it is theirs.

It matters little how much equipment we use; it matters much that we be masters of all we do use.

My best work is often almost unconscious and occurs ahead of my ability to understand it.

'Woman on the Plaza,' with its distinct horizon, snow-like surfaces, wintry wall, stunning sunlight, sharp shadows, and hurrying figure, would become the most biographical of my photographs - an abstract image of the landscape and life of northern Ohio where I grew up and first practiced photography.

Editorial photography has to be energetic and visually competitive.

Essentially what photography is is life lit up.

For sheer majestic geography and sublime scale, nothing beats Alaska and the Yukon. For culture, Japan. And for all-around affection, Australia.

How the visual world appears is important to me. I'm always aware of the light. I'm always aware of what I would call the 'deep composition.' Photography in the field is a process of creation, of thought and technique. But ultimately, it's an act of imaginatively seeing from within yourself.

I had luck, but I worked hard and I suffered. It's not just photography I'm talking about. It's about whatever dream you want it to be.

I think of myself as a writer who photographs. Images, for me, can be considered poems, short stories or essays. And I've always thought the best place for my photographs was inside books of my own creation.

I wanted life to be episodic. I wanted to be a magazine photographer and I was willing to do what it took to become that.

I was known as a 35-mm photographer with a view-camera mentality.

In almost every photograph I have ever made, there is something I would do to complete it. I take that to be the spirit hole or the deliberate mistake that's in a Navajo rug to not be godlike, but to be human.

Life rarely presents fully finished photographs. An image evolves, often from a single strand of visual interest - a distant horizon, a moment of light, a held expression.

My dad had been an ardent amateur photographer, and he taught me to compose a photograph from the back to the front, and then populate the picture.

My father taught me photography. It was his hobby, and we had a small darkroom in the fruit cellar of our basement. It was the kind of makeshift darkroom that was only dark at night.

My parents, grandmother and brother were teachers. My mother taught Latin and French and was the school librarian. My father taught geography and a popular class called Family Living, the precursor to Sociology, which he eventually taught. My grandmother was a beloved one-room school teacher at Knob School, near Sonora in Larue County, Ky.

The best lesson I was given is that all of life teaches, especially if we have that expectation.

There are a lot of ways to be expressive in life, but I wasn't good at some of them. Music, for instance. I was a distinct failure with the cello. Eventually, my parents sold the cello and bought a vacuum cleaner. The sound in our home improved.

There are grander and more sublime landscapes - to me. There are more compelling cultures. But what appeals to me about central Montana is that the combination of landscape and lifestyle is the most compelling I've seen on this earth. Small mountain ranges and open prairie, and different weather, different light, all within a 360-degree view.

There isn't an aspect of book creation I don't enjoy, and there has always been a book in my life to dream about or work on.

When I first went to 'National Geographic,' I thought I was the least qualified person to step through the doors. But because of my parents and the culture of continual learning they imposed on us, I later came to believe I was the most qualified person who ever worked there.

Photographs that transcend but do not deny their literal situation appeal to me.

Some of the best lessons we ever learn are learned from past mistakes. The error of the past is the wisdom and success of the future.

But no, I don't generally have trouble with spelling mistakes.

Lutherans, whose arguments and mistakes will not be difficult to contest or discover, do not want to attribute any value to works, and they do not understand enough the scope of the justification.

If I had to live my life again, I'd make the same mistakes, only sooner.

Like most of those who study history, he (Napoleon III) learned from the mistakes of the past how to make new ones.

In examining the potential of individuals, we must focus on their strengths and not just their mistakes. We cannot be limited by what they may have spilled in the kitchen.

I don't make mistakes. I make prophecies which immediately turn out to be wrong.

We have made mistakes. In our haste to do all things for all people, we did not foresee the full consequences of our actions. And when the people raised their voices, we didn't hear. But our deafness was only a temporary condition, and not an irreversible condition.

The successful man will profit from his mistakes and try again in a different way.

What you really remember at the beginning was that you have to throw a budget together. We made some terrible mistakes at the beginning in my own budget that took us at least a year to catch up on.

Learn from your mistakes and build on your successes.

To make mistakes is human; to stumble is commonplace; to be able to laugh at yourself is maturity.

You're not the only one who's made mistakes, but they're the only things that you can truly call your own.

We didn't make no mistakes. We didn't make no mistakes.

In tennis, you can make a couple of mistakes and still win. Not in golf. I played three rounds in that Tahoe event, and I was drained. Mentally, not physically.

Mistakes are the portals of discovery.

The greatest of all mistakes is to do nothing because you can only do a little. Do what you can.

To swear off making mistakes is very easy. All you have to do is swear off having ideas.

I'd rather not pinpoint my mistakes.

Words will not be able to ever express how sorry I am for this, and I have profound regret and sorrow for the multitude of mistakes and harm I have caused.

You must learn from the mistakes of others. You can't possibly live long enough to make them all yourself.

I'm not a God, I make mistakes.

Once we realize that imperfect understanding is the human condition there is no shame in being wrong, only in failing to correct our mistakes.