Maxioms by Vincent Van Gogh
It is a pity that, as one gradually gains experience, one loses one's youth.
It is a pity that, as one gradually gains experience, one loses one's youth.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever come to sit by it. Passersby read more
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever come to sit by it. Passersby see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on the way.
In the end we shall have had enough of cynicism and skepticism and humbug and we shall want to live read more
In the end we shall have had enough of cynicism and skepticism and humbug and we shall want to live more musically
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.
