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

Go out there into the glory of the woods. See God in every particle of them expressing glory and strength and power, tenderness and protection. Know that they are God expressing God made manifest.

The men resent a woman getting any honour in what they consider is essentially their field. Men painters mostly despise women painters. So I have decided to stop squirming, to throw any honour in with Canada and women.

real art is religion, a search for the beauty of God deep in all things.

Oh, the glory of growth, silent, mighty, persistent, inevitable! To awaken, to open up like a flower to the light of a fuller consciousness!

Up came the sun, and drank the dew.

You always feel when you look it straight in the eye that you could have put more into it, could have let yourself go and dug harder.