Vincent van Gogh was born on March 30, 1853, in Groot-Zundert, Netherlands. Van Gogh was a post-impressionist painter whose work, notable for its beauty, emotion and color, highly influenced 20th century art. He struggled with mental illness, and remained poor and virtually unknown throughout his life. Van Gogh died in France on July 29, 1890, at age 37, from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. Wikipedia
For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be?
I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.
I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.
The more I think it over, the more I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.
What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?