I made a promise to keep a watch over myself, to remain master of myself, so that I might become a sure observer.

The cyclone ends. The sun returns; the lofty coconut trees lift up their plumes again; man does likewise. The great anguish is over; joy has returned; the sea smiles like a child.

I shut my eyes in order to see.

Color! What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams.

I have come to an unalterable decision - to go and live forever in Polynesia. Then I can end my days in peace and freedom, without thoughts of tomorrow and this eternal struggle against idiots.

Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.

Art is either revolution or plagiarism

We never really know what stupidity is until we have experimented on ourselves.

Oh yes! he loved yellow, this good Vincent, this painter from Holland - those glimmers of sunlight rekindled his soul, that abhorred the fog, that needed the warmth.

Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!

Take care not to step on the foot of a learned idiot. His bite is incurable.

Do I believe in God? Sure. So I believe the Bible is the arbiter of theological knowledge? There it gets a little hazy.

All death matters.""Only to the living.

Feelings will come and go, but you are always responsible for your actions.

Always seeing something, never seeing nothing, being photographer

I have been at my book; and am now past the craggy paths of study, and come to the flowery plains of honour and reputation

There are no awards in Hollywood for being an idiot.

I'm always amazed that people take what I say seriously. I don't even take what I am seriously.

When people looked at him they had the feeling of being shut out. He did not shut them out. He shut himself in.

I'm doing lots of interviews and stuff. I'm longing for the days of getting up, not having to put on makeup and do my hair and just going to the studio.

Hours of solitude, hours of creation, hours of meditation. Solitude and meditation gave me an awareness, a perspective which I have never lost: that of solidarity with the rest of mankind.