It is well for young men to have a model, but let them draw the curtain over it while they are painting.

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.

What a gulf between the self which experiences and the self which describes experience.

Minority is about being an individual. It's like you have to sift through the darkness to find your place and be that individual you want to be your entire life.

Never lie in bed at night asking yourself questions you can't answer.

I am living permanently in my dream, from which I make brief forays into reality.

I called Leo Fender, the dead guy, a dork. Now I'll never get an endorsement.

To write a book is for all the world like humming a song—be but in tune with yourself, madam, 'tis no matter how high or how low you take it.

I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure that people gain a selective advantage from believing in things they can't prove.

Said Hamlet to Ophelia, I'll draw a sketch of thee. What kind of pencil shall I use? 2B or not 2B?

Great men, even during their lifetime, are usually known to the public only through a fictitious personality.

Where is it now, the glory and the dream?