What moulting is to birds, the time when they change their feathers, that's adversity or misfortune, hard times, for us human beings. Instead of giving way to despair, I took the way of active melancholy as long as I had strength for activity, or in other words, I preferred the melancholy that hopes and aspires and searches to the one that despairs, mournful and stagnant.
— Vincent van Gogh
Modern
Post-impressionist painter
