What we know of others is our personal secret.

Reading has always been the largest and most irreplaceable pleasure for Vincent; reading about other people's successes and failures, joys and sufferings seemed to bury his own failures.

How can a young person learn whether he chose the correct way? He thinks he has a special idea, and then he discovers that he is completely inappropriate for it.

His mind was like a soup dish, wide and shallow; it could hold a small amount of nearly anything, but the slightest jarring spilled the soup into somebody's lap

To try to understand another human being, to grapple for his ultimate depths, that is the most dangerous of human endeavors.

Pleasure is one of the most important things in life, as important as food or drink.

Someday my paintings will be hanging in the Louvre. [Vincent Van Gogh]