Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh (27 August 1877) ... and finished with God's help.
I am longing so much to see you again, boy; come soon and
try to arrange for us to spend some time together. Would it be
possible for you to stay here over a Sunday? I should like so
much to show you the Oudezijds Chapel and have you hear someone
preach there, Uncle Stricker, for instance. Do try to arrange
it.
I do not know the book by Daudet you mentioned. Well, I must
write my Greek exercises; my regards to the Rooses and to Mauve
and Jet when you go there. À Dieu, brother dear, a warm
handshake in thought, I wish I could have sent you more for
Mother's birthday, but it is impossible. Have a good time,
believe me always,
Your loving brother, Vincent
Uncle Jan intends to go to Helvoirt on the first of
September for a week; I hope to take advantage of it by staying
up late in the sitting room to write. I can do it now, but
Uncle's bedroom is quite near, so I have to be careful; I can
sit in my bedroom, but there the temptation...
Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh (19 November 1877) ... Dear Theo,
I am eager to write you again, because I often think of you
and I wish it were Christmas, when we shall see each other
again.
Here, the dark days before Christmas are as a long
procession at the end of which shines such a light, the feast
of the Nativity: the friendly lighthouse behind the rocks, when
the water comes crashing against them on a dark night. This
feast of Christmas has always been for us a bright spot, and
may it always remain so.
For the first time there has been an entrance examination at
the university, I, too, shall have to take it here in this
city. Besides the ordinary subjects, Latin, Greek, algebra and
mathematics, one has to pass examinations on history, geography
and Dutch grammar.
I have been looking for an algebra and mathematics teacher;
I have found one, the cousin of Mendes, Teixeira de Mattos, who
teaches religion at the Jewish pauper school. He has given me
hope to cover all the programs before the month of October...
Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh (4 December 1877) ... Lemud would have drawn her figure well.
I should like so much to be with you in Haarlem; anyway,
write when and for how long you get leave. Oh, boy! I long so
much for Christmas and for home and for you. Bring all the
prints you can with you; even though I know them, I shall enjoy
seeing them again.
So another year has almost passed by, in which many things
have happened to me; I look back on it with thankfulness. When
I think over the time I spent at Braat's and the months of
study here, upon the whole they have really been two good
things. Boy, if next Christmas I might be at the university and
had overcome the difficulties at the start, as I am now over
the beginnings of Latin and Greek, how happy I should be.
“Indefessus favente Deo” [unwearied by God's
favour] is a good state to be in; it is a saying that Mendes
loves. He spoke to me about it last Saturday.
Today I wrote to Harry Gladwell, and also sent your regards.
I hope that he will go home...
Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh (9 December 1877) ... the ivy-covered tree; I hope it may
happen. I cannot tell you how I long for Christmas. I do hope
Father will be satisfied with what I have done.
It was such delightful weather today, and it was so
beautiful between the hawthorn hedges around the little church
when the twilight began to fall.
This week I had a conversation with Mendes about “the
man who hates not his own life, cannot be my disciple.”
Mendes asserted that the expression was too strong, but I held
that it was the simple truth; and doesn't Thomas a Kempis say
the same thing when he speaks about knowing and hating oneself?
When we look at others who have done more than we and are
better than we, we very soon begin to hate our own life because
it is not as good as others'. Look at a man like Thomas a
Kempis, who wrote his little book with a simplicity and
sincerity unequalled by any other writer, either before or
since; or, in another sphere, look at Millet's work or Jules
Dupré's “The...
Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh (10 February 1878) ... You can imagine how the days flew by.
After having taken father to the station, after having watched
the train until it disappeared and the smoke was no longer
visible, I returned home; Father's chair was still near the
table with the books and copybooks we had examined that day;
and though I know that we shall see each other again pretty
soon, I cried like a child.
This morning I was in the English Church, and met Wierda as
I was leaving. We walked part of the way together, and he asked
me if I would come to see his room - he lives on the
Weeringstraat. I went home with him and stayed for lunch, until
about three o'clock, and saw his books and heard various things
about his life. Then home again, and translated a page or so
from Caesar. This afternoon I was at Uncle Stricker's;
