I Am A Little Jew Of Vitebsk.

In Our Life There Is A Single Color, As On An Artist's Palette, Which Provides The Meaning Of Life And Art. It Is The Color Of Love.

I've Always Painted Pictures In Which Human Love Floods My Colors.

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

On Cannot Be Precise, And Still Be True.

My Hands Were Too Soft.. I Had To Find Some Special Occupation, Some Kind Of Work That Would Not Force Me To Turn Away From The Sky And The Stars, That Would Allow Me To Discover The Meaning Of Life.