I was certainly going the right way for a stroke when I left Paris. I paid for it nicely afterwards! When I stopped drinking, when I stopped smoking so much, when I began to think again instead of trying not to think - Good Lord, the depression and the prostration of it! Work in these magnificent natural surroundings (Arles) has restored my morale, but even now some efforts are too much for me: my strength fails me.
Vincent Van GoghWhat preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?
Vincent Van GoghWhat is drawing? It is working oneself through an invisible iron wall that seems to stand between what one feels and what one can do.
Vincent Van Gogh