enter into the life of the trees. Know your relationship and understand their language, unspoken, unwritten talk. Answer back to them with their own ….

It's all the unwordable things one wants to write about, just as it's all the unformable things one wants to paint - essence..

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 eart….

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

So still were the big woods where I sat, sound might not yet have been born..

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

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

Art is art, nature is nature, you cannot improve upon it.... Pictures should be inspired by nature, but made in the soul of the artist. It is the sou….

What do I want to express? The subject means little. The arrangement, the design, colour, shape, depth, light, space, mood, movement, balance, not on….

Inspiration is intention obeyed..

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 se….

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..

Perfectly ordered disorder designed with a helter-skelter magnificence..

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, so….

There is no right and wrong way to paint except honestly or dishonestly. Honestly is trying for the bigger thing. Dishonestly is bluffing and getting….

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

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 t….

Be careful that you do not write or paint anything that is not your own, that you don't know in your own soul..

Over and over one must ask oneself the queston, 'What do I want to express? What is the thought behind the saying? What is my ideal, what my objectiv….

I am always watching for fear of getting feeble and passé in my work. I don't want to trickle out. I want to pour till the pail is empty, the last bi….

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