Under His (marc Chagall, Ed.) Sole Impulse

The Imaginary Is What Tends To Become Real.

The Important Thing Is That Man Is Lost In Time, In The Moment That Immediately Precedes Him - Which Only Attests, By Reflection, To The Fact That He Is Lost In The Moment That Follows

What One Hides Is Worth Neither More Nor Less Than What One Finds. And What One Hides From Oneself Is Worth Neither More Nor Less Than What One Allows Others To Find.

My Wish Is That You May Be Loved To The Point Of Madness.

How Small These Rescued Tides Appear! Earthly Delights Flow In Torrents. Each Object Offers Paradise.