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.

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

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

I am a great artist and I know it, it is because I am that I have been able to endure so much suffering.

Stressing output is the key to improving productivity, while looking to increase activity can result in just the opposite.

The missionary is no longer a man, a conscience. He is a corpse, in the hands of a confraternity, without family, without love, without any of the sentiments that are dear to us. Emasculated, in a sense, by his vow of chastity, he offers us the distressing spectacle of a man deformed and impotent or engaged in a stupid and useless struggle with the sacred needs of the flesh, a struggle which, seven times out of ten, leads him to sodomy, the gallows, or prison.