Civilization Is Paralysis.

I Am A Great Artist And I Know It, It Is Because I Am That I Have Been Able To Endure So Much Suffering.

Do Not Finish Your Work Too Much. An Impression Is Not Sufficiently Durable For Its First Freshness To Survive A Belated Search For Infinite Detail; In This Way You Let The Lava Grow Cool.

Sometimes People Accuse Me Of Being Incomprehensible Only Because They Look For An Explicative Side To My Pictures Which Is Not There.

In Art, There Are Only Two Types Of People: Revolutionaries And Plagiarists. And In The End, Doesn't The Revolutionary's Work Become Official, Once The State Takes It Over?

Oh Yes! He Loved Yellow, Did Good Vincent...when The Two Of Us Were Together In Arles, Both Of Us Insane, And Constantly At War Over Beautiful Colors, I Adored Red; Where Could I Find A Perfect Vermilion?