van Gogh's letters - unabridged and annotated
 
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Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh
(29 September 1875)
... unpleasant remarks many a time. How I should like it if we could have breakfast together or drink a cup of chocolate in my room. Keep courage, old fellow. Don't take things that don't really concern you very closely too much to heart, and don't let them hit you too hard.
Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh
(4 December 1875)
... like to celebrate it once more. I am looking forward to Christmas, aren't you? We shall have a great many things to talk about. It is a pity that Anna cannot come too; I hope she also will have pleasant days. Christmas in England is very interesting, and perhaps Anna will learn to love her surroundings better if she celebrates the holiday there and helps to make things pleasant in the house. My dear Englishman (Gladwell is his name) is also going home for a few days. You can imagine how he longs to go; he has never been away from home before. Write to me soon. Is it as cold in Holland as it is here? With our little stove, Gladwell and I are very comfortable - morning and evening. I have taken to smoking a pipe again and I enjoy it as of old. Compliments to everybody who may ask about me. A warm handshake from Your loving brother, Vincent ...
Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh
(28 April 1876)
... mutual love increase with the years. I am so glad that we have so many things in common, not only memories of childhood but also that you are working in the same business in which I was till now and know so many people and places which I know also, and that you have so much love for nature and art. Mr. Stokes has told me that he intends to move after the holidays, of course with the whole school, to a little village on the Thames about three hours from London. There he will organize his school somewhat differently and perhaps enlarge it. Now I am going to tell you about a walk we took yesterday. It was to an inlet of the sea, and the road thither led through fields of young corn and along hedges of hawthorn, etc. Arriving there, we saw to our left a high steep ridge of sand and stone as tall as a two-storey house. On the top of it were old, gnarled hawthorn bushes, whose black and grey moss-grown stems and branches were all bent to one side by the wind;...
Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh
(1 September 1876)
... by Scheffer for her birthday. I am happily looking forward to Christmas; two years ago we took a walk in the snow in the evening, do you remember? And saw the moon rise over the Marienhof? I also quite clearly remember the night, that same Christmastide, I drove from Bois-le-Duc to Helvoirt in a little open cart, it was terribly cold and the road was slippery; how beautiful Bois-le-Duc looked, the market square and the streets covered with snow and the dark houses with snow on the roofs. Brabant is ever Brabant, and one's native country is ever one's native country, and countries of exile are ever countries of exile. And viewed from the distant road to Bois-le-Duc, how pleasant Helvoirt looked that evening and the lights in the village and the steeple amidst the snow-covered poplars. But it is love that gives it all so much beauty and animation. And do you remember that trip to St. Michiel's Gestel. “The redeemed of the Lord shall return, and come with singing...
Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh
(3 October 1876)
... Poor Aunt Bet, we are such old friends. O Zundert! Memories of you are sometimes almost overpowering. Adieu, boy, may God unite us more and more and make us true brothers. Compliments to Uncle Jan and to all the Roos family, from Your loving brother, Vincent Paris will be beautiful now in autumn. Every Sunday last year Gladwell and I visited many friends and as many churches as possible; we went out in the morning and came home late. Notre Dame is so splendid in the autumn evening amid the chestnut trees. But there is something in Paris more beautiful than the autumn and the churches, and that is the poor. I think often of many a one over there. Psalms 23, 91 and 121; in addition, the hymns Daar is een stem gehoord (“A voice is heard”); “The light of stars; `t Hijgend het der jacht ontkomen (“As pants the hart,” etc.); all in full. ...

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