Where do we come from? What are We? Where are we going?

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.

A picture excites the love of parenting that comes through meditation on a child.

I do like to wrap things up and leave some things to the readers' imagination.

Tyranny of freedom is do what you like. There's a world gone crazy, cause it can't say no.

We speak of profane arts; but there are none properly such; every art is holy in itself; it is the son of Eternal Light.

In the current febrile climate Isis needs Donald Trump and Donald Trump needs Isis.

My heart and prayers go out to every individual

That was a continuance of what we have seen most of the season - that is, various clubs beating each other.

People learn more from observation that they do from conversation.

Always stay true to who you are.