On Cannot Be Precise, And Still Be

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

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

Mozart Never Composed Anything, Ever! He Copied What Was Written On His Soul.

For Me A Stained Glass Window Is A Transparent Partition Between My Heart And The Heart Of The World.

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.