In art, all who have done something other than their predecessors have merited the epithet of revolutionary; and it is they alone who are masters.

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.

The art of writing is the manipulation of words to ease the mind and free the imagination

We like to think that a free market's greatest strength is its self-corrective nature.

I know in my heart that man is good. That what is right will always eventually triumph. And there's purpose and worth to each and every life.

Everybody can doubt, and they are free to doubt, and I don't want to convince anyone.

When honor comes to you, be ready to take it; But reach not to seize it before it is near.

Rosie laughed in a not too reassuring way if you like sane laughter.

I can state that I created a ballet company of which everyone said: St. Petersburg has the greatest ballet in all Europe.

We always prefer war on our own terms to peace on someone else's.

I'm feeling incredibly Botox-tempted as my face collapses around my shoulders.

Rock 'n Roll is monotony tinged with hysteria.