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?

By the combination of lines and colors, under the pretext of some motif taken from nature, I create symphonies and harmonies that represent nothing absolutely real in the ordinary sense of the word but are intended to give rise to thoughts as music does.

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.

Stay firmly in your path and dare; be wild two hours a day!

Concentrate your strengths against your competitor's relative weaknesses.

Art is either a plagiarist or a revolutionist.

Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.