Maxioms by Vincent Van Gogh
You write in your letter something which I sometimes feel also: Sometimes I do not know how I shall pull read more
You write in your letter something which I sometimes feel also: Sometimes I do not know how I shall pull through.
It is only too true that a lot of artists are mentally ill- it's a life which, to put it read more
It is only too true that a lot of artists are mentally ill- it's a life which, to put it mildly, makes one an outsider. I'm all right when I completely immerse myself in work, but I'll always remain half crazy.
In the end we shall have had enough of cynicism and skepticism and humbug and we shall want to live read more
In the end we shall have had enough of cynicism and skepticism and humbug and we shall want to live more musically
I wish they would only take me as I am.
I wish they would only take me as I am.
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever come to sit by it. Passersby read more
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever come to sit by it. Passersby see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on the way.
