It astonishes me already when I compare my condition today with what it was a month ago. Before that I knew well enough one could fracture one's legs and arms and recover afterward, but I did not know that you could fracture the brain in your head and recover from that too.

Van Gogh was so under appreciated in his time, he sold only one of his 900 paintings while alive. Posthumously, he became one of the most famous artists of all time and his work is now considered priceless. Oh the irony.

A good painting should be the equivalent of a good deed.

And love makes one calmer about many things, and in that way, one is more fit for one's work.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.

It's better to have a gay life of it than to commit suicide.

The large majority of people are asleep and do not wish to wake up.