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It is better to be high-spirited even though one makes more mistakes, than to be narrow-minded and all too prudent.
For the great doesn't happen through impulse alone, and is a succession of little things that are brought together.
If you end up falling in love with someone, it's because of them. If you end up hating someone, it's because of you.
Let’s not forget that the little emotions are the great captains of our lives and we obey them without realizing it.
What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?
For loneliness, worries, difficulties, the unsatisfied need for kindness and sympathy - that is what is hard to bear.
Painting it was hard graft. There are one and a half large tubes of white in the ground - yet that ground is very dark.
I believe I do much better for the time being by first copying some good things than by working without that foundation
I believe more and more that God must not be judged on this earth. It is one of His sketches that has turned out badly.
The wheat field has ...poetry; it is like a memory of something one has once seen. We can only make our pictures speak.
The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too
As practice makes perfect, I cannot but make progress; each drawing one makes, each study one paints, is a step forward.
How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.
In general, and most especially with artists, I pay as much attention to the man who does the work, as to the work itself.
My brushwork is quite unsystematic. I slam the paint on in all sorts of ways and leave each result to take care of itself.
We have very beautiful bad weather here at present - rain, wind, thunder - but with splendid effects; that's why I like it.
I feel a certain calm. There is safety in the midst of danger. What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?
I believe it is one's duty to paint the rich and magnificent aspects of nature. We need gaiety and happiness, hope and love.
And painted portraits have a life of their own that comes from deep in the soul of the painter and where the machine can't go.
I myself am quite absorbed by the delicate yellow, delicate soft green, delicate violet of a ploughed and weeded piece of soil.
There are colors which cause each other to shine brilliantly, which form a couple which complete each other like man and woman.
If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.
By working hard, old man, I hope to make something good one day. I haven't yet, but I am pursuing it and fighting for it . . . .
We must not judge God from this world. It's just a study that didn't come off. It's only a master who could make such a blunder.
There is something intimate about painting I cannot explain to you ? but it is so delightful just for expressing one's feelings.
Christ is more of an artist than the artists; he works in the living spirit and the living flesh, he makes men instead of statues.
There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.
It is no more easy to make a good picture than it is to find a diamond or a pearl. It means trouble and you risk your life for it.
There is the same difference in a person before and after he is in love, as there is in an unlighted lamp and one that is burning.
To express a marriage of two complementary colors, their mingling and their opposition, the mysterious vibrations of kindred tones.
I don't know if I can convey the postman as I feel him... Unfortunately he cannot pose, and a painting demands an intelligent model.
Don't lose heart if it's very difficult at times, everything will come out all right and nobody can in the beginning do as he wishes.
Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone, except to ask for diner or coffee. And it has been like that form the beginning.
What is drawing? It is working oneself through an invisible iron wall that seems to stand between what one feels and what one can do.
How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines and ivy and hawthorn hedges; they have been with us from the very beginning.
Let us keep courage and try to be patient and gentle. And let us not mind being eccentric, and make distinction between good and evil.
If one is master of one thing and understands one thing well, one has at the same time, insight into and understanding of many things.
People are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don't know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh such terrible cage.
Those Dutchmen had hardly any imagination or fantasy, but their good taste and their scientific knowledge of composition were enormous.
For instead of trying to reproduce exactly what I see before me, I make more arbitrary use of colour to express myself more forcefully.
What a splendid thing watercolour is to express atmosphere and distance, so that the figure is surrounded by air and can breathe in it.
To do good work one must eat well, be well housed, have one's fling from time to time, smoke one's pipe, and drink one's coffee in peace
I am a man of passions, capable of and subject to doing more or less foolish things- which I happen to regret, more or less, afterwards.
The uglier, older, meaner, iller, poorer I get, the more I wish to take my revenge by doing brilliant color, well arranged, resplendent.
If one feels the need of something grand, something infinite, something that makes one feel aware of God, one need not go far to find it.
As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.
You can't be at the pole and the equator at the same time. You must choose your own line, as I hope to do, and it will probably be color.
The more ugly, old, nasty, ill, and poor I become the more I want to get my own back by producing vibrant, well-arranged, radiant colour.
I myself believe that there is in every painter's life a period of making absurdities. In my case I think that period is already long past.
I see drawings and pictures in the poorest huts, in the dirtiest corner. And my mind is drawn toward these things by an irresistible force.