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?

Night is here. All is at rest. My eyes close in order to see without actually understanding the dream that flees before men infinite space; and I experience the languorous sensation produced by the mournful procession of my hopes.

There is always a heavy demand for fresh mediocrity. In every generation the least cultivated taste has the largest appetite.

I shut my eyes in order to see.

Civilization is what makes you sick.

Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!

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