And when I read, and actually I don’t read all that much and then only a few writers, men whom I have discovered by accident, then I do so because they look at things more broadly and generously and with more love than I do and are acquainted better with reality, and because I can learn from them. But I really don’t much care for all that twaddle about good and evil, morality and immorality. For to be sure, I find it impossible always to tell what is good and what is bad, what is moral and what is immoral.
Vincent van Gogh in a letter to his brother Theo (December 1881) (via predatorywaspobserver)
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