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The great isn't something accidental; it must be willed.
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Try to walk as much as you can, and keep your love for nature, for that is the true way to learn to understand art more and more. Painters understand nature and love her and teach us to see her. If one really loves nature, one can find beauty everywhere.
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So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me, and reminded me that there are good things in the world.
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Purity of soul and impurity of body can go together.
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The beginning is perhaps more difficult than anything else, but keep heart, it will turn out all right.
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I want to get to the point where people say of my work, that man feels deeply.
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I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.
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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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One should arrive at leading one's conscience to a state of development so that it becomes the voice of a better and higher self, of which the ordinary self is a servant.
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To die for the sake of dying - I prefer to die of passion than to die of boredom!
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I am an artist... It's self-evident that what that word implies is looking for something all the time without ever finding it in full. It is the opposite of saying, 'I know all about it. I've already found it.' As far as I'm concerned, the word means, 'I am looking. I am hunting for it. I am deeply involved.'
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The thing has already taken form in my mind before I start it. The first attempts are absolutely unbearable. I say this because I want you to know that if you see something worthwhile in what I am doing, it is not by accident but because of real direction and purpose.
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What is drawing? It is working oneself through an invisible iron wall that seems to stand between what one feels and what one can do.
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One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers – by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.
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I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say "he feels deeply, he feels tenderly".
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If the storm within gets too loud, I take a glass too much to stun myself.
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Let me stop there, but my God, how beautiful Shakespeare is, who else is as mysterious as he is; his language and method are like a brush trembling with excitement and ecstasy. But one must learn to read, just as one must learn to see and learn to live.
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The more ugly, old, nasty, ill, and poor I become the more I want to get my own back by producing vibrant, well-arranged, radiant colour.
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Well, I am ploughing on my canvases as they do on their fields (the peasants). It goes badly enough in our profession - in fact that has always been so, but at the moment it is very bad.
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Someone has a great fire in his soul and nobody ever comes to warm themselves at it, and passers-by see nothing but a little smoke at the top of the chimney and then go on their way.
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I work even in the middle of the day, in the full sunshine, and I enjoy it like a cicada.
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Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.
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I am always in the hope to express the love of two lovers by a marriage of two complementary colors - colors which marry each other... complement each other as a man and a woman do.
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The sight of stars always sets me dreaming just as naively as those black dots on a map set me dreaming of towns and villages. Why should these points of light in the firmament, I wonder, be less accessible than the dark ones on the map of France? We take a train to go to Torascon or Roven and we take death to a star.