Literary poetry in a painter is something special, and is neither illustration nor the translation of writing by form.

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.

A COnNeCtworker is a networker that Considers Others’ Needs Continually.

The frog in the well knows nothing more grand than its own tiny well.

But I don't read a lot of fiction. I prefer the nonfiction stuff.

Sometimes you have to look reality in the eye, and deny it.

Rules are my very humble, obedient servants.

Hate is a place where a man who can’t stand sadness goes.

MY greatest regret in life is that I never became the heavyweight boxing champion ofthe world.

Be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.

The smashing of idols is in itself such a preoccupation that it is almost impossible for the iconoclast to look clearly into a future when there will not be many idols left to smash.

War is one of the constants of history, and it has not diminished with civilization or democracy.