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

Let me not fuss and fret at my incompetence but be still and know that Thou art God.

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.

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.

Art being so much greater than ourselves, it will not give up once it has taken hold.

It is wonderful to feel the grandness of Canada in the raw, not because she is Canada but because she's something sublime that you were born into, some great rugged power that you are a part of.

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.