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

I made myself into an envelope into which I could thrust my work deep, lick the flap, seal it from everybody.

Twenty can't be expected to tolerate sixty in all things, and sixty gets bored stiff with twenty's eternal love affairs.

Let me not fuss and fret at my incompetence but be still and know that Thou art God.

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

Oh, Spring! I want to go out and feel you and get inspiration. My old things seem dead. I want fresh contacts, more vital searching.

There was neither horizon, cloud, nor sound; of that pink, spread silence even I had become part, belonging as much to sky as to earth.