I adore the theater and I am a painter. I think the two are made for a marriage of love. I will give all my soul to prove this once more.

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.

Mine alone is the country of my soul.

Will God or someone give me the power to breathe my sigh into my canvases, the sigh of prayer and sadness, the prayer of salvation, of rebirth?

When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it

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.

What a genius, that Picasso. It is a pity he doesn't paint.