My eyes close and uncomprehendingly see the dream in the infinite space that stretches away, elusive, before me.

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.

Love is the only reality, everything else is secondary.

Everything I have learned has not come from books, it has come experientially over time under pressure walking with Christ".~ R. Alan Woods [2012]

I don't need a great deal of love but I do need a steady supply.

Tell people - and they may forget... show them - they may remember... but involve them and they will understand.

Picture yourself in your minds eye as having already achieved this goal. See yourself doing the things you'll be doing when you've reached your goal.

All things journey: sun and moon, Morning, noon, and afternoon, Night and all her stars; 'Twixt the east and western bars Round they journey, Come and go! We go with them!

I don't have children - yet! But I can imagine a love so potent that you would give your life for them. To give your life over to something else outside of you, that's love.

Yours is not the task of making your way in the world, but the task of remaking the world which you will find before you.

Be obedient to your superior, and your inferior will obey you.

To have good farming or good land use of any kind, you have got to have limits. Capitalism doesn't acknowledge limits.