Art is challenging and frustrating but I don't linger in it. I work on five paintings at a time so if I'm frustrated I put one down and begin another.

If you find yourself worrying, go outside, take three breaths, address a tree and quietly say, 'Thank you.' If you can't find a tree, a dandelion will do... Nature is magic.

I never thought that I would support myself with art - everyone in the Group of Seven had day jobs. I became a geography teacher so that I could get free field trips into the wilderness to paint.

To me the most important thing in a piece of art is the thought. Technique is totally secondary.

I've never thought sitting around worrying helps anything, except to help shorten your life.

I got serious about painting at 12, when most people give up.

It doesn't take more skill to paint hundreds of strokes rather than one right stroke but it takes more patience.

If I ever have a conflict between art and nature, I let art win.

The most important question facing the planet is: Is it worth it?

Nature is not a free lunch, but we treat it as a free lunch.

In our instant pudding world, everything is sweet, smooth, very convenient and fast. There are lots of assorted flavors, but they're all artificial.

Travel, for me, is a breathtaking experience. A humbling for the soul and the realization that we are all in this together.

People who are adept in healthy self-expression exercise front-end consideration before speaking.

. . . for liberty is an acknowledgment of faith in God and His works.

When you mention to people growing up in Cleveland they bring up the river catching on fire, or LeBron James leaving, they have these references, but no one imagines ending up there.

Because you aren't afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)

People must be free to work, to save, to own their own home, to take risks, to invest in each other and, in essence, to control their own lives.

Each song, you're telling a story and acting.

Love is an emotion. Totally silent and inexpressible with words.

When things don’t change, their sameness becomes an accretion. That is why all society puts on flesh. Succumbs to the cubicles and begins to fill them.

For morality life is a war, and the service of the highest is a sort of cosmic patriotism which also calls for volunteers.