Life is merely a fraction of a second. An infinitely small amount of time to fulfill our desires, our dreams, our passions.

Seek art and abstraction in nature by dreaming in the presence of it.

A great sentiment can be rendered immediately. Dream on it and look for the simplest form in which you can express it.

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?

Thanks to our cinctures and corsets we have succeeded in making an artificial being out of woman. She is an anomaly, and Nature herself, obedient to the laws of heredity, aids us in complicating and enervating her. We carefully keep her in a state of nervous weakness and muscular inferiority, and in guarding her from fatigue, we take away from her possibilities of development. Thus modeled on a bizarre ideal of slenderness to which, strangely enough, we continue to adhere, our women have nothing in common with us, and this, perhaps, may not be without grave moral and social disadvantages.

Nature has mysterious infinities and imaginative power. It is always varying the productions it offers to us. The artist himself is one of nature's means.

Go on working, freely and furiously, you will make progress and sooner or later your worth will be recognised, if you have any.