Art = a mad search for individualism.

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.

I shut my eyes in order to see.

Color! What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams.

I have come to an unalterable decision - to go and live forever in Polynesia. Then I can end my days in peace and freedom, without thoughts of tomorrow and this eternal struggle against idiots.

Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.

Art is either revolution or plagiarism

We never really know what stupidity is until we have experimented on ourselves.

Oh yes! he loved yellow, this good Vincent, this painter from Holland - those glimmers of sunlight rekindled his soul, that abhorred the fog, that needed the warmth.

Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!

Take care not to step on the foot of a learned idiot. His bite is incurable.

Brain waves are like personal handwriting.

My heart is so smallit's almost invisible.How can You place such big sorrows in it?"Look, " He answered, "your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.

When I am encouraged, I never see obstacles in my way, only exciting challenges.

I am indeed amazed when I consider how weak my mind is and how prone to error.

I still love a lot of the guys who just paint

You start way down on a low B flat on the tuba and you have a chromatic scale; you can match the colours all the way up, till you get to the top of the trumpet.

You might be a redneck if your grandmother has ever been asked to leave a bingo game because of her language.

The Army's always had a special place in my heart.

My friends said, 'You're crazy, enjoy single life.' But that's not for me.

Don't waste your time, it is too short, Valuable and irreplaceable.