The sight of stars makes me dream.

But for one's health as you say, it is very necessary to work in the garden and see the flowers growing.

I believe more and more that God must not be judged on this earth. It is one of His sketches that has turned out badly.

Conscience is a man's compass.

I am not strictly speaking mad, for my mind is absolutely normal in the intervals, and even more so than before. But during the attacks it is terrible - and then I lose consciousness of everything. But that spurs me on to work and to seriousness, as a miner who is always in danger makes haste in what he does.

In general, and most especially with artists, I pay as much attention to the man who does the work, as to the work itself.

I am astonished at the high prices paid for works by painters who are dead, prices none of them could expect when they were alive. It is a kind of tulip trade, in which living painters suffer but do not profit.