“The only time I feel alive is when I’m painting.”

I tried to express through red and green the terrible passions of humanity.

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.

I try more and more to be myself, caring relatively little whether people approve or disapprove.

The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.

There is no such thing as an ugly woman.

It is with the reading of books the same as with looking at pictures; one must, without doubt, without hesitations, with assurance, admire what is beautiful.

So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me, and reminded me that there are good things in the world.

Close friends are truly life’s treasures. Sometimes they know us better than we know ourselves. With gentle honesty, they are there to guide and support us, to share our laughter and our tears. Their presence reminds us that we are never really alone.

Sometimes art seems to be something very sublime, and, as you say, something sacred.

I hope I shall be able to make some drawings in which there is something human.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.

Great things are not something accidental, but must certainly be willed.

Admire as much as you can. Most people do not admire enough.

What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn’t hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.

Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.

My mom said the only reason men are alive is for lawn care and vehicle maintenance.

The Gospel is not about going from bad to good, it’s about going from dead to alive!

Beauty becomes alive and interesting when it’s habited.

When I’m on stage, my interaction with the audience is something that really makes me come alive. It’s a feeling like no other. The energy of the crowd fuels something new inside.

I’m a person who has life and wants to live, and always have.

As I get older… I start to realize that life ain’t half bad. Each year, I’m amazed that I’m still alive. I don’t take any of this for granted, I’m a lucky dude.