Happiness And Work Rose Up Together With

I Am A Great Artist And I Know It. It's Because Of What I Am That I Have Endured So Much Suffering, So As To Pursue My Vocation, Otherwise I Would Consider Myself A Rogue - Which Is What Many People Think I Am, For That Matter.

Oh Yes! He Loved Yellow, Did Good Vincent...when The Two Of Us Were Together In Arles, Both Of Us Insane, And Constantly At War Over Beautiful Colors, I Adored Red; Where Could I Find A Perfect Vermilion?

Perhaps I Have No Talent, But All Vanity Aside - I Do Not Believe That Anyone Makes An Artistic Attempt, No Matter How Small, Without Having A Little - Or There Are Many Fools.

Sooner Or Later People Will Learn To Recognize Your Worth

Having The Certitude Of A Succession Of Days... Equally Free And Beautiful, Peace Descends On Me.