We're all having enough of this sad and ghastly war
Tom Thomson
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If I painted city scenes, I would run out of grey.
The sketch I am using was made on the Madawaska, near the Mazinaw. 
An artist has to paint as he sees the scene if it is going to be natural and to last
I don't want to become depressed and mad like Van Gogh, but it's hard to fight.
In the city, one loses connection with the sun and sky
A typical Toronto residence c. 1917, if you weren't in the money. 
Jackson said he had to wean me away from Varley so I could see new possibilities
I've learned a lot from my painting friends. I've also learned not to bother debating theories of art or answering critic's comments
I wish I could mix a drink like Charlie Chaplin 
Park Rule: Song birds and nest and eggs of all birds are protected at all times.
Lying in bed awake. Anxious about returning to Toronto tomorrow. I'll try to avoid everyone as much as I can.
One must look through a sea of self-doubt when painting a canvas.
When I was intensely painting I noticed no one - not even bears.
Artists were accused of the moral degneracy that led to the War.
We're all having enough of this sad and ghastly war
There is more promise to be an author-figher nowadays than being an artist-woodsman.
No theory can take the place of experience.
Every man alone is sincere.
The front page on Christmas Day, 1916 