The cyclone ends. The sun returns; the lofty coconut trees lift up their plumes again; man does likewise. … - Paul Gauguin

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A good man may make the best even of poverty and disease, and the other ills of life; but he can only attain happiness under the opposite conditions

Paul Gauguin

The cyclone ends. The sun returns; the lofty coconut trees lift up their plumes again; man does likewise. The great anguish is over; joy has returned; the sea smiles like a child.

Children, Men, Returned, Returns, Sea, Sun

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Wherever I go I need a period of incubation so that I may learn the essence of nature, which never wishes to be understood or yield herself.

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What still concerns me the most is: am I on the right track, am I making progress, am I making mistakes in art?

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A young man who is unable to commit a folly is already an old man.

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Do not copy nature too much. Art is an abstraction.

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Art = a mad search for individualism.

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