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.

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

Sometimes I could quit paint and take to charring. It must be fine to clean perfectly, to shine and polish and know that it could not be done better. In painting that never occurs.

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.

Be careful that you do not write or paint anything that is not your own, that you don't know in your own soul.

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

There is a side of friendship that develops better and stronger by correspondence than contact.... The absence of the flesh in writing perhaps brings souls nearer.