In art there are only two types of people: revolutionaries and plagiarists

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.

You can't fool Mother Nature, and you can't fool market forces (at least not for long)

I have seen in the Halls of Congress more idealism, more humanness, more compassion, more profiles of courage than in any other institution that I have ever known.

To set the record straight for the God knows millionth time, we certainly didnt sign to Atlantic just for the money.

If god really wanted people to be free of [wicked thoughts], he should have taken more care to invent a different species.

We often are consoled by our want of reason for misfortunes that reason could not have comforted.

Once in seven years I burn all my sermons; for it is a shame, if I cannot write better sermons now than I did seven years ago.

Art is a private thing, the artist makes it for himself

Nothing really matters; love is all we need.

The culture will not be able to persist in light of the rigid systems of its own innocence.

The greatest manager has a knack for making ballplayers think they are better than they think they are.