It Is Well For Young Men To

Art Is Either Revolution Or Plagiarism

But I Owe Something To Vincent, And That Is, In The Consciousness Of Having Been Useful To Him, The Confirmation Of My Own Original Ideas About Painting. And Also, At Difficult Moments, The Remembrance That One Finds Others Unhappier Than Oneself.

Color! What A Deep And Mysterious Language, The Language Of Dreams.

Many People Say That I Don't Know How To Draw Because I Don't Draw Particular Forms. When Will They Understand That Execution, Drawing And Color (in Other Words, Style) Must Be In Harmony With The Poem?

In Order To Produce Something New, You Have To Return To The Original Source, To The Childhood Of Mankind.