I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.

I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.

Vincent van Gogh

Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change.

Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change.

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

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

But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.

But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.

One must never let the fire go out in one's soul, but keep it burning.

One must never let the fire go out in one's soul, but keep it burning.

Whatever plan one makes, there is a hidden difficulty somewhere.

Whatever plan one makes, there is a hidden difficulty somewhere.

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

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

Yellow is capable of charming God.

Yellow is capable of charming God.

The more you love, the more you suffer.

The more you love, the more you suffer.

In spite of everything, I shall rise again

In spite of everything, I shall rise again

There is peace even in the storm

There is peace even in the storm

What is done in love is done well.

What is done in love is done well.

I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.

I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.

Success is sometimes the outcome of a whole string of failures.

Success is sometimes the outcome of a whole string of failures.

Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.

Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.

I never get tired of the blue sky.

I never get tired of the blue sky.

Colour in a picture is like enthusiasm in life.

Colour in a picture is like enthusiasm in life.

Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?

What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?