The Stars Were My Best

In My Youth, Poverty Enriched Me, But Now I Can Afford Wealth.

I Am Working In Paris . I Cannot For A Single Day Get The Thought Out Of My Head That There Probably Exists Something Essential, Some Immutable Reality, And Now That I Have Lost Everything Else (thank God, It Gets Lost All On Its Own) I Am Trying To Preserve This And, What Is More, Not To Be Content. In A Word: I Am Working.

Color Is Everything. When Color Is Right, Form Is Right.

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

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.