"In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my gre..." — Vincent Van Gogh

Those Dutchmen had hardly any imagination or fantasy, but their good taste and their scientific knowledge of composition were enormous.

I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.

An artist needn't be a clergyman or a churchwarden, but he certainly must have a warm heart for his fellow men.

Painting is a faith, and it imposes the duty to disregard public opinion.