
Harris tried to convince me of Theosophy. I still don't know what it is.
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EditHarris tried to convince me of Theosophy. I still don't know what it is.
I would lose interest in painting in the summer. Uninteresting greens gave way to other pursuits. Fishing, women and dancing.
Some say my colours are exaggerated, but that was the very colour in the light of the moment.
Park Rule: Netting or snaring of birds is prohibited.
It was in the autumn of 1915, after Carmichael had married, that I moved into the Shack behind the Studio.
Shall I not be real as the things I see?
The Studio Building was great for painting large canvases. The Shack - even better.
Shannon knows better than to challenge me or to instigate an incident with Martin Jr. He tells him to leave.
Shannon is handling the situation with Martin Jr. Shannon finds me in my room and asks for the flag. I say I don't have it.
That an artist needs to be depressed and drunk to do his best is utter myth
In my early days back in Toronto, I enjoyed the city immensely. I was a bit of a dandy.
I see another figure exiting the Trainor household, It's Hugh. I have to leave before we make a scene.
We hear the screen door slap. Hugh Trainor comes staggering in. 'What in hell's name is he doing here?'
Be humble, be healthy, be willing to be taught.
Avoid entering a canoe with anyone who displays evangelical fervour.
I go to church but have no formal religion.
Why does a Nation have to define itself by War? Why not by Art?
It is that that makes an angler: it is diligence
Mystery is not the same a misunderstanding.
Angling was not contemptible in the days of Mark Antony and Cleopatra,- Izaak Walton
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