What we know of others is our personal secret.

How difficult it is to be simple.

Savoir souffrir sans se plaindre, ça c'est la seule chose pratique, c'est la grande science, la leçon à apprendre, la solution du problème de la vie.[Knowing how to suffer without complaining is the only practical thing, it's the great science, the lesson to learn, the solution to the problem of life.]

Loneliness is a kind of prison. [Vincent Van Gogh]

Art's a staple. Like bread or wine or a warm coat in winter. Those who think it is a luxury have only a fragment of a mind. Man's spirit grows hungry for art in the same way his stomach growls for food.

An artist without ideas is a mendicant; barren, he goes begging among the hours.

I will be an artist. I am sure I will. [Vincent Van Gogh]