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Tuesday
Dec182012

Vincent van Gogh

Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But whenever affection is revived, there life revives.

I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

A good picture is equivalent to a good deed.

The work is an absolute necessity for me. I can't put it off...

I dream my painting, and then I paint my dream.

I must continue to follow the path I take now. If I do nothing, if I study nothing, if I cease searching, then, woe is me, I am lost.

I am good for something! My existence is not without reason! I know that I could be a quite a different person! How can I be of use, how can I be of service?

It is possible that everything will get better after it has all seemed to go wrong. I am not counting on it, it may never happen, but if there should be a change for the better I should regard that as a gain, I should rejoice, I should say, at last! So there was something after all!

I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets — neither of us have any. Look here — I believe without question, or have the certain knowledge, that she loves me. I believe without question, or have the certain knowledge, that I love her. It has been sincerely meant.


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