We don't have a "consciousness meter" that'll tell us exactly how conscious something is. I think we might get there eventually.
A tree against the sky possesses the same interest, the same character, the same expression as the figure of a human.
For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.
My only objective is to paint a Christ so moving that those who see him will be converted.
Subjective artists are one-eyed, but objective artists are blind.
Nothing is old, nothing is new, save the light of grace underneath which beats a human heart. The way of feeling, of understanding, of loving; the way of seeing the country, the faces that your father saw, that your mother knew. The rest is chimerical.
Anyone can revolt. It is more difficult silently to obey our own inner promptings, and to spend our lives finding sincere and fitting means of expression for our temperament and our gifts.
One of the things I have always said about the man-woman relationship is that I don't want anybody to walk ahead of me and I don't want anybody to walk behind me. I want a man who will walk along beside me. And that's how I feel about equal rights.
I just am a Canadian. It is not a thing which you can escape from. It is like having blue eyes
. . . bums on the outside, libraries inside.
Life has always been a matter of putting one's feet down carefully