Go out there into the glory of the woods. See God in every particle of them expressing glory and strength and power, tenderness and protection. Know that they are God expressing God made manifest.

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.

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 soul of the individual that counts.

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

You must be absolutely honest and true in the depicting of a totem for meaning is attached to every line. You must be most particular about detail and proportion.

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

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.

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

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 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.

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

Spread your wings of love and fly in someone's sky of dream and imagination.

A one-page breakthrough starts and avalanche.

It felt so amazing to be alive I could never think of anything else.

It's never too late-in fiction or in life-to revise.

High culture is the ability to hear the William Tell Overture and not think of the Lone Ranger.

Reduce the number of lawyers. They are like beavers - they get in the middle of the stream and dam it up.

I know in this time of great technological advancement, the idea of reading a book seems almost anachronistic, but I think it's worth preserving.

Try finding love, rather than finding fault.

But a girl of seventeen is not always thinking of books, especially in the Oxford summer term.

It is the enemy you underestimate who kills you.