Great art picks up where nature ends.

If all life moves inevitably towards its end, then we must, during our own, colour it with our colours of love and hope.

Color is all. When color is right, form is right. Color is everything, color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.

If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing.

Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.

All our interior world is reality, and that, perhaps, more so than our apparent world.

You could wonder for hours what flowers mean, but for me, they're life itself, in all its happy brilliance. We couldn't do with out flowers. Flowers help you forget life's tragedies.

My name is Marc, my emotional life is sensitive and my purse is empty, but they say I have talent.

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.

All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.

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.

The weakest man is the one who is able to correct his moral defects, but doesn't take action.

I really believe in clothes that are new, that are innovative - but that everybody wants to wear.

Never allow the circumstances of your life to become an excuse. People will allow you to do it. But I believe we have a personal obligation to make the most of the abilities we have.

The fundamental goal of Buddhism is the realization of the peace and happiness of humankind.

I suffered from 'No one will ever fancy me!' syndrome, well into my teens. Even now I do not consider myself to be some kind of great, sexy beauty. Absolutely not.

Once I'm done, I'm done. I'm going to California.

I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos.

No rational order of divine intelligence unites species. The natural ties are genealogical along contingent pathways of history.

A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.