His [ Van Gogh's] pathos is alien to me, especially in my current phase, but he is certainly a genius. Pathetic to the point of being pathological, this endangered man can endanger one who does not see through him. Here a brain is consumed by the fire of a star. It frees itself in its work just before the catastrophe. Deepest tragedy takes place here, real tragedy, natural tragedy, exemplary tragedy. Permit me to be terrified.
One eye sees, the other feels.
A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller.
Nature can afford to be prodigal in everything, the artist must be frugal down to the last detail.