W Eugene Smith
“Pat saw something in the clearing. He grasped Juanita by the hand and they hurried forward. While I followed my children into the undergrowth and the group of taller trees, how they were delighted at every little discovery. As I observed them, I suddenly realized that at that moment, in spite of everything, in spite of all the wars and all that I had gone through, that day I wanted to sing a sonnet to life and to the courage to go on living it”
~ W Eugene Smith