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

Up came the sun, and drank the dew.

The spirit must be felt so intensely that it has power to call others in passing, for it must pass, not stop in the pictures.

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.

I am always watching for fear of getting feeble and passé in my work. I don't want to trickle out. I want to pour till the pail is empty, the last bit going out in a gush, not in drops.

Art is an aspect of God and there is only one God, but different people see Him in different ways. Though He is always the same He doesn't always look the same.

Inspiration is intention obeyed.