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

Painting is the most beautiful of all arts. In it, all sensations are condensed, at its aspect everyone may create romance at the will of his imagination, and at a glance have his soul invaded by the most profound memories, no efforts of memory, everything summed up in one moment. Complete art which sums up all the others and completes them.

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.

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?

Many excellent cooks are spoilt by going into the arts.

I sit at my door, smoking a cigarette and sipping my absinthe, and I enjoy every day without a care in the world

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