The most perfect guide is nature. Continue without fail to draw something every day.
That was how his pen finally designed his sculpture; in the center the weak, confused, arrogant, soon to be destroyed young man holding cup a loft, behind him the idyllic child, clear-eyed, munching h...
No artist is normal. Who happen to be normal cannot be an artist.
Many times in your life you may think you are failing, but ultimately you will express yourself and that expression will justify your life.
I do not know a better cure for mental illness than a book.
He did not know how much time passed. He got up, ripped the canvas off the frame, threw it into a corner, and put on a new one. He mixed some paints, sat down, and began work. One starts with a hopele...
Dintotdeauna cititul însemnase pentru el bucuria cea mai mare și mai statornică, și cu atât mai mult îl pasiona acum, când în povestea triumfului sau a înfrângerilor, a suferințelor sau a bucuriilor a...
After all, the world is still great.
You are a grand nerveux, Vincent, Doctor Rey had told him. You never have been normal. But then, no artist is normal; if he were, he wouldn’t be an artist. Normal men don’t create works of art. They e...
The paintings that laughed at him merrily from the walls were like nothing he had ever seen or dreamed of. Gone were the flat, thin surfaces. Gone was the sentimental sobriety. Gone was the brown grav...
The one who has not seen Paris in the morning does not know how beautiful it is.
The most important idea he gleaned from the swift, learned talk was that religion and knowledge could exist side by side, enriching each other. Greece and Rome, before the dawn of Christianity, had bu...
The fields that push up the corn, and the water that rushes down the ravine, the juice of the grape, and the life of a man as it flows past him, are all one and the same thing. The sole unity in life...
That may be true. But, Theo, there is one thing I cannot understand. You have never sold a single drawing or painting for me; in fact you have never even tried. Now have you? No. Why not? I’ve shown y...
She must always remember that: love ebbed and flowed, now rich and shining, now shabby and disconsolate. One must survive the bad in order to realize the good. Therein lay the miracle of love, that it...
Perhaps you could not find such godless, such ruthless and such materialist people as clergy.
Pain did curious things to him. It made him sensitive to the pain of others.
Normal people do not create art.
He turned, stood above the crowd gazing up at him. There was silencein the square. And yet he had never felt such complete communication.
First, we think all truth is beautiful, no matter how hideous its face may seem. We accept all of nature, without any repudiation. We believe there is more beauty in a harsh truth than in a pretty lie...