The outstanding event was the doing which I am still at. Don't pickle me awayas done.

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.

Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.

The way your life plays out depends on which dominoes you chose to push over and which ones you leave alone.

The individual's right to pursue his own vision of the best ration of pleasure to pain: utterly sacrosanct.

Evil prevails when good men fail to act.

Hee that tells his wife newes is but newly married.

When we idealize the real, we sacrifice to artistic fancy.

I figured out some basic stuff: that form and colour defines your perception of the nature of an object, whether or not it is intended to.

I don't like what the radio plays for the most part.

Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined

God giveth true grace to but a chosen few, however many aspire to it.