Oh yes! he loved yellow, this good Vincent, this painter from Holland - those glimmers of sunlight rekindled his soul, that abhorred the fog, that needed the warmth.

Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.

I am leaving in order to have peace and quiet. To be rid of the influence of civilization. I only want to do simple, very simple art and to be able to do that, I have to immerse myself in virgin nature, see no one but savages, live their life, with no other thought in my mind but to render, the way a child would, the concepts formed in my brain and to do this with the aid of nothing but the primitive means of art, the only means that are good and true.

Poor artist! You gave away part of your soul when you painted the picture which you are now trying to dispose of.

Concentrate your strengths against your competitor's relative weaknesses.

Take care not to step on the foot of a learned idiot. His bite is incurable.

Civilization is paralysis.