"One cannot always tell what it is that keeps us...

"One cannot always tell what it is that keeps us shut in, confines us, seems to bury us, but still one feels certain barriers, certain gates, certain walls. Is all this imagination, fantasy? I do not think so. And then one asks: 'My God! is it for long, is it for ever, is it for eternity?' Do you know what frees one from this captivity? it is very deep serious affection. Being friends, being brothers, love, that is what opens the prison by supreme power...."

From The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh, Mark Roskill, editor, p. 126. Published by Atheneum, NY, copyright © 1963 by permission from Wm. Collins Sons and Co., Ltd., London.

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