It is wonderful to feel the grandness of Canada in the raw, not because she is Canada but because she's something sublime that you were born into, some great rugged power that you are a part of.

Art is art, nature is nature, you cannot improve upon it.... Pictures should be inspired by nature, but made in the soul of the artist. It is the soul of the individual that counts.

Do not try to do extraordinary things but do ordinary things with intensity.

You must be absolutely honest and true in the depicting of a totem for meaning is attached to every line. You must be most particular about detail and proportion.

It is wonderful to feel the grandness of Canada in the raw.

I think that one's art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain growth. It is silent and subtle. One does not keep digging up a plant to see how it grows.

There is something bigger than fact: the underlying spirit, all it stands for, the mood, the vastness, the wildness.

You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

The liveness in me just loves to feel the liveness in growing things, in grass and rain and leaves and flowers and sun and feathers and furs and earth and sand and moss.

So still were the big woods where I sat, sound might not yet have been born.

As the woods are the same, the trees standing in their places, the rocks and the earth... they are always different too, as lights and shadows and seasons and moods pass through them.

Bah-Bah-black sheep, have you any soul?No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?

... women are more quiet. They don't feel called to mount a barrel and harangue by the hour every time they imagine they have produced an idea.

Normalcy to me is enjoying the simple things in life.

To-morrow even may bring the final reckoning.

Every morning just before breakfast I don't want no coffee or tea, just me and my good Buddy Wieser, that's all I ever need.

We must learn to suffer what we cannot evade; our life, like the harmony of the world, is composed of contrary things, and one part is no less necessary than the other.

People make a lot of jokes about the empty nest. Let me tell you, it is no laughing matter. It is really hard.

Some poets marry a language; some have affairs with it; some treat it as a parent, some as a child, some as an equal, or as a friend.

Break into Alton Towers! I would… break into McDonalds. And I would kiss everyone. On the lips… before I left the world. I mean, man and female.

I think for far too long the Church has concluded that Christians don't need the gospel, it's simple what non-Christian people need in order to be saved.