Excerpts from the Letters of Vincent van Gogh
"There's no place in my work for dreams. I love things that are possible, things that are real."
"Now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head. There can be no doubt that much of this is my own fault, and at times I have attacks of melancholy and of atrocious remorse"
"I tell myself that it depends not on art but on myself, that the only way to get back my confidence and peace of mind is to improve my work."
"I want to bury myself in my work because it's the only time I feel I am alive. Away from it there is nothing."