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We are surrounded by poetry on all sides.
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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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When using colors to recreate a general harmony of tones in nature, one loses it by painfully exact imitation. One keeps it by recreating in an equivalent color range, and that may not be exactly, or far from exactly, like the model.
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Here everything is so wholly what I consider beautiful. In other words, there is peace here.
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One must learn to read, just as one must learn to see and learn to live.
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It is better to be high-spirited even though one makes more mistakes, than to be narrow-minded and all too prudent.
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We are having wind and rain here, and I am very glad not to be alone. I work from memory on bad days, and that would not do if I were alone.
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If you work diligently... without saying to yourself beforehand, 'I want to make this or that,' if you work as though you were making a pair of shoes, without artistic preoccupation, you will not always find you do well. But the days you least expect it, you will find a subject which holds its own with the work of those who have gone before.
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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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It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning.
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There was a sentence in your letter that struck me, “I wish I were far away from everything, I am the cause of all, and bring only sorrow to everybody, I alone have brought all this misery on myself and others.” These words struck me because that same feeling, just the same, not more nor less, is also on my conscience.
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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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The sunflower is mine, in a way.
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How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be?
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I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.
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As a painter I shall never signify anything of importance. I feel it Absolutely.
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I use color in a completely arbitrary way in order to express myself powerfully.
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For great things do not done just happen by impulse but are a succession of small things linked together.
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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 often think of you all, one cannot do what one wants in life. The more you feel attached to a spot, the more ruthlessly you are compelled to leave it, but the memories remain, and one remembers - as in a looking glass, darkly - one's absent friends.
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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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I try more and more to be myself, caring relatively little whether people approve or disapprove.
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Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.
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The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too