I wonder why we are always sort of ashamed of our best parts and try to hide them. We don't mind ridicule of our 'sillinesses' but of our 'sobers'.

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.

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.

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.

There is something bigger than fact: the underlying spirit, all it stands for, the mood, the vastness, the wildness.