There is no such thing as exaggerated art. I even believe that there is salvation only in extreme.

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.

Leaders rule hearts, not people.

A life contemplating the blessings of Christ becomes a life acting the love of Christ.

When I stood there, looking out the window at the raindrops and thinking of everything I lost, I forgot everything I have. When I remembered the things I have, I forgot I lost anything at all.

Art is the splendor of reality before everything has become meaning.

The human species is no more unsuited to give birth than any other of the 5,000 or so species of mammals on the planet. We are merely the most confused.

Drink to me! I just realized that I've slept with everyone at this table! ~Nell

Of course, the simple explanation of the fact is that marriage is the most important act of man's life in Europe or America, and that everything depends upon it.

There's no hidden agenda, no political agenda [in Patriots Day]. The only politics we were really talking about was the politics of community, the politics of social love.

My problem is that I appeal to everyone that can do me absolutely no good.

Each year of life brings us nearer to our decline, but I will continue to seek a listener until I'm dead in a ditch.