The artist himself may not think he is religious, but if he is sincere his sincerity in itself is religion.

The liveness in me just loves to feel the liveness in growing things, in grass and rain and leaves and flowers and sun and feathers and furs and earth and sand and moss.

Do not try to do extraordinary things but do ordinary things with intensity.

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.

As the woods are the same, the trees standing in their places, the rocks and the earth... they are always different too, as lights and shadows and seasons and moods pass through them.

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

Up came the sun, and drank the dew.