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I work even in the middle of the day, in the full sunshine, and I enjoy it like a cicada.
For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
The more I become decomposed, the more sick and fragile I am, the more I become an artist.
Do not quench your inspiration and your imagination; do not become the slave of your model.
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be?
Here everything is so wholly what I consider beautiful. In other words, there is peace here.
I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say "he feels deeply, he feels tenderly".
What lives in art and is eternally living, is first of all the painter and then the painting.
My sketchbook is a witness of what I am experiencing, scribbling things whenever they happen.
And love makes one calmer about many things, and in that way, one is more fit for one's work.
I am a fanatic! I feel a power within me...a fire that I may not quench, but must keep ablaze.
Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.
Just slap something on it when you see a blank canvas staring at you with a sort of imbecility.
Love always brings difficulties, that is true, but the good side of it is that it gives energy.
Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.
Great things do not just happen by impulse, but as a succession of small things linked together.
I try more and more to be myself, caring relatively little whether people approve or disapprove.
The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.
Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.
The worse I get along with people the more I learn to have faith in Nature and concentrate on her.
The emotions are sometimes so strong that I work without knowing it. The strokes come like speech.
One can speak poetry just by arranging colors well, just as one can say comforting things in music.
Rembrandt is so deeply mysterious that he says things for which there are no words in any language.
When I have a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion. Then I go out and paint the stars.
I lost my job as an art salesman. It was the customer's fault. He wanted to buy the wrong paintings.
Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me.
It interests me tremendously to make copies... I started it by chance and I find it teaches me things.
Man is not on the earth solely for his own happiness. He is there to realize great things for humanity.
For myself, I declare I don't know anything about it. But the sight of the stars always makes me dream.
You can feel the stars and the infinity of the sky since life, in spite of everything, is like a dream.
The beginning is perhaps more difficult than anything else, but keep heart, it will turn out all right.
So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me, and reminded me that there are good things in the world.
But for one's health as you say, it is very necessary to work in the garden and see the flowers growing.
For great things do not done just happen by impulse but are a succession of small things linked together.
No blue without yellow and without orange, and if you do blue, then do yellow and orange as well, surely.
As you can see, I am immersing myself in color-I've held back from that until now; and I don't regret it.
The victory one would gain after a whole life of work and effort is better than one that is gained sooner.
The canvas has an idiotic stare and mesmerises some painters so much that they turn into idiots themselves.
Ah! Portraiture, portraiture with the thought, the soul of the model in it, that is what I think must come.
We spent our whole lives in unconsous excercise of the art of expressing our thoughts with the help of words
Seeing that I am so busily occupied with myself just now, I want to try to paint my self-portrait in writing.
I am painting with the same enthusiasm as a Marseillaise eats bouillabaisse ... I am painting big sunflowers.
As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.
An artist needn't be a clergyman or a churchwarden, but he certainly must have a warm heart for his fellow men.
If your inner voice is telling you that you can't paint, by all means, hurry up and paint and silence the voice.
That I was not suited to commerce or academic study in no way proves that I should also be unfit to be a painter.
I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort and disappointment and perseverance.
Even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes. Only when I fall do I get up again.
If I succeed in putting some warmth and love into the work, then it will find friends. Carrying on working is the
In the end we shall have had enough of cynicism, skepticism and humbug, and we shall want to live more musically.