It Is Better To Paint From Memory,

I Sit At My Door, Smoking A Cigarette And Sipping My Absinthe, And I Enjoy Every Day Without A Care In The World

When The Physical Organism Breaks Up, The Soul Survives. It Then Takes On Another Body.

All The Joys - Animal And Human - Of A Free Life Are Mine. I Have Escaped Everything That Is Artificial, Conventional, Customary.

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?

It Is Well For Young Men To Have A Model, But Let Them Draw The Curtain Over It While They Are Painting.