Do Not Copy Nature Too Much. Art

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.

Poor Artist! You Gave Away Part Of Your Soul When You Painted The Picture Which You Are Now Trying To Dispose Of.

I Have Tried To Establish The Right To Dare Everything.

Soon I'll Be Old And I've Done Precious Little In This World For Lack Of Time. I Am Always Afraid I'll Become Senile Before I've Finished What I've Undertaken.

But I Owe Something To Vincent, And That Is, In The Consciousness Of Having Been Useful To Him, The Confirmation Of My Own Original Ideas About Painting. And Also, At Difficult Moments, The Remembrance That One Finds Others Unhappier Than Oneself.