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| Arnold Newman John Sloan 1941 gelatin silver print Archives of American Art, Washington DC |
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| Arnold Newman Chaim Gross 1941 gelatin silver print National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC |
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| Arnold Newman Gypsy Rose Lee 1945 gelatin silver print National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC |
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| Arnold Newman Self Portrait 1945 gelatin silver print National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC |
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| Arnold Newman Arthur Miller 1946 gelatin silver print National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC |
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| Arnold Newman Boy and his Dog 1947 gelatin silver print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Arnold Newman Helena Rubinstein 1948 gelatin silver print National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC |
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| Arnold Newman Alfred Kinsey 1948 gelatin silver print National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC |
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| Arnold Newman Philip Johnson 1949- gelatin silver print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Arnold Newman Georges Rouault 1957 gelatin silver print Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
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| Arnold Newman Jacques Villon 1957 gelatin silver print Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
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| Arnold Newman Jack Tworkov, Provincetown ca. 1958 gelatin silver print Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia |
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| Arnold Newman Willem de Kooning 1959 gelatin silver print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Arnold Newman Willem de Kooning 1959 gelatin silver print National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC |
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| Arnold Newman Kim Stanley 1963 gelatin silver print Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Arnold Newman Norman Mailer 1964 gelatin silver print National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC |
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| Arnold Newman Diana Vreeland 1974 gelatin silver print National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC |
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| Arnold Newman Truman Capote 1977 gelatin silver print National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC |
Ode Three (Book Three)
The people's fury cannot move
The man of just and steadfast soul
For he can brook
The tyrant's look
And red right-arm of mighty Jove:
What! though the echoing billows roll
And on the lonely sea-beach dash,
What time the cold and cheerless blast
From the dun south has o'er them past
What though upon this earthly ball
Heaven's canopy itself should fall
Yet fearless would he brave the crash.
– Horace (65-8 BC), translated by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (after 1821)