Machines have come, art has fled, and I am far from thinking photography can help us.

Oh yes! He loved yellow, did good Vincent...When the two of us were together in Arles, both of us insane, and constantly at war over beautiful colors, I adored red; where could I find a perfect vermilion?

In art, all who have done something other than their predecessors have merited the epithet of revolutionary; and it is they alone who are masters.

In art, there are only two types of people: revolutionaries and plagiarists. And in the end, doesn't the revolutionary's work become official, once the State takes it over?

In art one is concerned with the condition of the spirit for three quarters of the time; one must therefore care for oneself if he wishes to make something great and lasting.

Life has no meaning unless one lives it with a will, at least to the limit of one's will.

Machines have come, art has fled, and I am far from thinking photography can help us.