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.

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

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.

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

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

The earth is soaked and soggy with rain. Everything is drinking its fill and the surplus gluts the drains. The sky is full of it and lies low over the earth, heavy and dense. Even the sea is wetter than usual!

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.