D’où Venons Nous / Que Sommes Nous / Où Allons Nous - Paul Gauguin

At the age of ten, twenty, a hundred, very young, a little older, and very old, an artist is always an artist. Isn't he better at some times, some moments, than at others? Never impeccable, since he is a living, human being?

No one wants my painting because it is different from other people's — peculiar, crazy public that demands the greatest possible degree of originality on the painter's part and yet won't accept him unless his work resembles that of the others!

Be stingy of nothing but the name of friend, and take care not to waste your insults.