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Danh ngôn của Vincent Van Gogh (Sứ mệnh: 8)

If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.
When I have a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion. Then I go out and paint the stars.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.
Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.
It is not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to, the feeling for the things themselves, for reality is more important than the feeling for pictures.
I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.
A good picture is equivalent to a good deed.
What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?
The best way to know God is to love many things.
The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.
If boyhood and youth are but vanity, must it not be our ambition to become men?
Do not quench your inspiration and your imagination; do not become the slave of your model.
Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.
If one is master of one thing and understands one thing well, one has at the same time, insight into and understanding of many things.
There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.
The way to know life is to love many things.
One must work and dare if one really wants to live.
I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.
Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.
But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.
Painting is a faith, and it imposes the duty to disregard public opinion.
I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.
I am still far from being what I want to be, but with God's help I shall succeed.
For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.
Love always brings difficulties, that is true, but the good side of it is that it gives energy.
Even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes. Only when I fall do I get up again.
Those Dutchmen had hardly any imagination or fantasy, but their good taste and their scientific knowledge of composition were enormous.
I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.
In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.
I can very well do without God both in my life and in my painting, but I cannot, suffering as I am, do without something which is greater than I am, which is my life, the power to create.
An artist needn't be a clergyman or a churchwarden, but he certainly must have a warm heart for his fellow men.