I have always wanted a mistress who was fat, and I have never found one. To make a fool of me, they are always pregnant.

I shut my eyes in order to see.

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?

Nothing so resembles a daub as a masterpiece.

Do not copy nature too much. Art is an abstraction.

Beautiful colors exist, though we do not realize it, and are glimpsed behind the veil that modesty has drawn over them.

Art requires philosophy, just as philosophy requires art. Otherwise, what would become of beauty?