Inspiration is intention obeyed.

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

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.

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.

There was neither horizon, cloud, nor sound; of that pink, spread silence even I had become part, belonging as much to sky as to earth.

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.

Perfectly ordered disorder designed with a helter-skelter magnificence.