Do Not Copy Nature Too Much. Art

A Great Sentiment Can Be Rendered Immediately. Dream On It And Look For The Simplest Form In Which You Can Express It.

Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going?

Why Did I Hesitate To Put All This Glory Of The Sun On My Canvas?

Night Is Here. All Is At Rest. My Eyes Close In Order To See Without Actually Understanding The Dream That Flees Before Men Infinite Space; And I Experience The Languorous Sensation Produced By The Mournful Procession Of My Hopes.

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.