The sadness will last forever.
I hope to depart in no other way than looking back with love and wistfulness and thinking, oh paintings that I would have made..
A carpenter is hired- a roof repaired, a porch built. Everything that can be fixed. June, July, August. Everyday we hear their laughter. I think of the painting by van Gogh, the man in the chair. Ever...
curling leaves and twining branches outside my bay window look like a Van Gogh in the starlight - there is a river out there somewhere
Sometimes I think that just as trains and carriages are means of locomotion to get us from one place to another on this earth, so typhoid and consumption are means of locomotion to get us from one wor...
There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.
These workers, said Mendes with a gentle sweep of his arm, have a hard life of it. When illness comes they have no money for a doctor. The food for tomorrow comes from today's labour, and hard labour...
Vincent took them in the full spirit of friendship which knows that the difference between giving and taking is purely temporal.