All Our Interior World Is Reality, And

If I Weren't A Jew Then I Wouldn't Be An Artist, Or At Least Not The One I Am Now.

You Cannot Explain Me With "isms." They Are Very Bad For An Artist. What One Must Believe In Is Color.

Only Love Interests Me, And I Am Only In Contact With Things That Revolve Around Love.

If All Life Moves Inevitably Towards Its End, Then We Must, During Our Own, Colour It With Our Colours Of Love And Hope.

The Habit Of Ignoring Nature Is Deeply Implanted In Our Times. This Attitude Reminds Me Of People Who Never Look You In The Eye; I Find Them Disturbing And Always Have To Look Away.