It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning.

That I was not suited to commerce or academic study in no way proves that I should also be unfit to be a painter.

Still, there is a calm, pure harmony, and music inside of me.

As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.

Yellow is capable of charming God.

I'm now painting with all the elan of a Marseillais eating soup, which won't surprise you when I tell you I'm painting large sunflowers. The idea? To decorate the studio, now there's hope of Gauguin living here. I aim at a dozen panels of sunflowers in the room I've set aside for Gauguin.

I see drawings and pictures in the poorest huts, in the dirtiest corner. And my mind is drawn toward these things by an irresistible force.