Everything In Art Must Spring

Despite All The Troubles Of Our World, In My Heart I Have Never Given Up On The Love In Which I Was Brought Up Or On Man's Hope In Love. In Life, Just As On The Artist's Palette, There Is But One Single Colour That Gives Meaning To Life And Art–the Colour Of Love

I Am A Little Jew Of Vitebsk. All That I Paint, All That I Do, All That I Am, Is Just The Little Jew Of Vitebsk.

Great Art Picks Up Where Nature Ends.

What A Genius, That Picasso. It Is A Pity He Doesn't Paint.

The Dignity Of The Artist Lies In His Duty Of Keeping Awake The Sense Of Wonder In The World. In This Long Vigil He Often Has To Vary His Methods Of Stimulation; But In This Long Vigil He Is Also Himself Striving Against A Continual Tendency To Sleep.