In My Youth, Poverty Enriched Me, But

To Call Everything That Appears Illogical, Fantasy, Fairy Tale, Or Chimera Would Be Practically To Admit Not Understanding Nature.

If I Create With My Heart Almost All My Intentions Remain. If It Is With The Head - Almost Nothing. An Artist Must Not Fear To Be Himself, To Express Only Himself. If He Is Absolutely And Entirely Sincere, What He Says And Does Will Be Acceptable To Others.

Can My Words Distill For You A Little Sweetness, Tender And Caressing?

My Name Is Marc, My Emotional Life Is Sensitive And My Purse Is Empty, But They Say I Have Talent.

I Am Working In Paris . I Cannot For A Single Day Get The Thought Out Of My Head That There Probably Exists Something Essential, Some Immutable Reality, And Now That I Have Lost Everything Else (thank God, It Gets Lost All On Its Own) I Am Trying To Preserve This And, What Is More, Not To Be Content. In A Word: I Am Working.