I Sometimes Think There Is

I Was Certainly Going The Right Way For A Stroke When I Left Paris. I Paid For It Nicely Afterwards! When I Stopped Drinking, When I Stopped Smoking So Much, When I Began To Think Again Instead Of Trying Not To Think - Good Lord, The Depression And The Prostration Of It! Work In These Magnificent Natural Surroundings (arles) Has Restored My Morale, But Even Now Some Efforts Are Too Much For Me: My Strength Fails Me.

It Interests Me Tremendously To Make Copies... I Started It By Chance And I Find It Teaches Me Things.

What Am I In Most People's Eyes? A Nonentity Or An Eccentric And Disagreeable Man... I Should Want My Work To Show What Is In The Heart Of Such An Eccentric, Of Such A Nobody.

So Let Us Go Forward Quietly, Each On His Own Path, Forever Making For The Light.

I Want To Touch People With My Art. I Want Them To Say "he Feels Deeply, He Feels Tenderly".