There are colors which cause each other to shine brilliantly, which form a couple which complete each other like man and woman.
The diseases that we civilized people labor under most are melancholy and pessimism.
Sometimes I long so much to do landscape, just as one would go for a long walk to refresh oneself, and in all of nature, in trees for instance, I see expression and a soul.
The cypresses are always occupying my thoughts.
So let us go forward quietly, each on his own path, forever making for the light.
Everyone who works with love and with intelligence finds in the very sincerity of his love for nature and art a kind of armor against the opinions of other people.
In an artist’s life, death is perhaps not the most difficult thing.
I must continue to follow the path I take now. If I do nothing, if I study nothing, if I cease searching, then, woe is me, I am lost. That is how I look at it – keep going, keep going come what may.
When we are working at a difficult task and strive after a good thing, we are fighting a righteous battle, the direct reward of which is that we are kept from much evil.
You can’t be at the pole and the equator at the same time. You must choose your own line, as I hope to do, and it will probably be color.
My opinion is that the best thing would be to work on till art lovers feel drawn toward it of their own accord, instead of having to praise or to explain it.
I never get tired of the blue sky.
Find things beautiful as much as you can, most people find too little beautiful.
My sketchbook is a witness of what I am experiencing, scribbling things whenever they happen.
I am risking my life for my work, and half my reason has gone.
I myself am quite absorbed by the delicate yellow, delicate soft green, delicate violet of a ploughed and weeded piece of soil.
People are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don’t know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh such terrible cage.
To believe in God for me is to feel that there is a God, not a dead one, or a stuffed one, who with irresistible force urges us towards more loving.
Van Gogh was so under appreciated in his time, he sold only one of his 900 paintings while alive. Posthumously, he became one of the most famous artists of all time and his work is now considered priceless. Oh the irony.
We have very beautiful bad weather here at present – rain, wind, thunder – but with splendid effects; that’s why I like it.