Nature Has Mysterious Infinities And Imaginative Power.

It Is The Eye Of Ignorance That Assigns A Fixed And Unchangeable Color To Every Object; Beware Of This Stumbling Block.

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?

It Is Well For Young Men To Have A Model, But Let Them Draw The Curtain Over It While They Are Painting.

I Was Aware That On My Skill As A Painter Would Depend The Physical And Moral Possession Of The Model.

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