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So let us go forward quietly, each on his own path, forever making for the light.
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Do you know that drawing with words is also an art... ?
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One must learn to read, just as one must learn to see and learn to live.
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There is a sun, a light that for want of another word I can only call yellow, pale sulphur yellow, pale golden citron. How lovely yellow is!
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How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.
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One begins by plaguing oneself to no purpose in order to be true to nature, and one concludes by working quietly from one's own palette alone, and then nature is the result.
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I believe it is one's duty to paint the rich and magnificent aspects of nature. We need gaiety and happiness, hope and love.
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Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me.
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As practice makes perfect, I cannot but make progress; each drawing one makes, each study one paints, is a step forward.
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I feel such a creative force in me: I am convinced that there will be a time when, let us say, I will make something good every day , on a regular basis....I am doing my very best to make every effort because I am longing so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things mean painstaking work, disappointment, and perseverance.
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Life itself, too, is forever turning an infinitely vacant, dispiriting blank side towards man on which nothing appears, any more than it does on a blank canvas. But no matter how vacant and vain, how dead life may appear to be, the man of faith, of energy, of warmth, who knows something, will not be put off so easily.
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It is the painting that makes me so happy these days.
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As a painter I shall never signify anything of importance. I feel it Absolutely.
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If you end up falling in love with someone, it's because of them. If you end up hating someone, it's because of you.
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To try to understand the real significance of what the great artists, the serious masters, tell us in their masterpieces, that leads to God; one man wrote or told it in a book; another, in a picture.
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What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?
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I myself am quite absorbed by the delicate yellow, delicate soft green, delicate violet of a ploughed and weeded piece of soil.
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Here everything is so wholly what I consider beautiful. In other words, there is peace here.
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Occasionally, in times of worry, I've longed to be stylish, but on second thought I say no-just let me be myself-and express rough, yet true things with rough workmanship.
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I am still far from being what I want to be, but with God's help I shall succeed.
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To stick to the present and not let it pass without drawing some profit from it, that's what I think duty is. ...let us perservere as far as we can rather today than tomorrow.
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You can feel the stars and the infinity of the sky since life, in spite of everything, is like a dream.
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I am a fanatic! I feel a power within me...a fire that I may not quench, but must keep ablaze.
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The diseases that we civilized people labor under most are melancholy and pessimism.