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

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.

Great art picks up where nature ends.

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.

A writing day is like any other day. Except I live in my pajamas, I forget to eat, and I suddenly look up, wondering when day turned into night.

There is such a thing as honest pride and self-respect.

Life is not entertainment. Life is not distraction.

Art opens the closets, airs out the cellars and attics. It brings healing.

A vow must lead one upwards, never downwards towards perdition.

I don't play accurately--any one can play accurately--but I play with wonderful expression. As far as the piano is concerned, sentiment is my forte. I keep science for Life.

Half of art is accident, but there is no accident without free experiment.

Did you know that it's a lot harder to put organs back in the body than it is to get them out?

What we believe in is what works.

Those who live simply are often pure, while those who live luxuriously may be slavish and servile. It seems that the will is clarified by plainness, while conduct is ruined by indulgence.