All the big lumbermen are on Grand Lake.
Tom Thomson
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I would produce more from uninspired material while my chums were of searching for inspired material.
I had the reputation of being an ornery person on occasion and a womanizer.
Harris tried to convince me of Theosophy. I still don't know what it is.
It is our savage nature gives us creativity and passion.
Jackson said it wasn't about Canadian art, it was ending our dependence on stale European tradtions
I am generous to the point of being careless about money.
Avoid entering a canoe with anyone who displays evangelical fervour.
1914 Grey Clouds, Algonquin Park #tt1914 
I'm happy when I come through with my sketches, despondent when I don't
There's not many people I dislike, but when I do, I dislike them intensely.
Only dead things remain as they are.
By 1910 I was making regular sketching trips with my friends to Lake Scugog, Weston, Lambton and York Mills.
The trees, rocks and weather are in my bones.
Jackson and I were so poor that we could only afford the occasional film at the cinema.
A good artist makes you forget you are looking at brush strokes on canvas.
1916 Approaching Snowstorm #1916 
In 1906 my brother George gave up being a businessman and went to NY City to become an artist.
Only dead things remain as they are.
Americans think we are like the British. The British think we are like Americans