Economics has been called the dismal science. Once you get to understand it, you may not find it so dismal, but you don't find it much of a science either.

A proof is a proof. What kind of a proof? It's a proof. A proof is a proof. And when you have a good proof, it's because it's proven.

Pierre Trudeau dreamed of a society that afforded all of its citizens an equal opportunity to succeed in life - whatever their background or beliefs, whether rich or poor.

To be frank, politics is about wanting power, getting it, exercising it, and keeping it.

To my mind losing is always better than never trying, because you can never tell what may happen.

Canadian federalism is more than a form of government. It's also a system of values that allows different people in diverse communities to live and work together in harmony for the good of all.

The art of politics is learning to walk with your back to the wall, your elbows high, and a smile on your face. It's a survival game played under the glare of lights.

Good intentions are not an excuse for maladministration of this magnitude.

There will be no silence from Canada. Our friendship has no limit. Generation after generation we have traveled many difficult miles together side by side.

A leader has to know how the system functions - not just the system of government but the whole social and economic system, including business, the unions, and the universities.

God gave me a physical defect, I've accepted that since I was a kid. When I was a kid people were laughing at me. But I accepted that because God gave me other qualities and I'm grateful.

...art had no moral responsibility. Art, he argued, should strive only to be a beautiful object entirely separate from its creator.

The truth! Since when have the majority on Earth cared about the truth?

I don't know, Mom. Now that I'm about to graduate, I plan on being more spontaneous."Mom opened her eyes and burst out laughing.I said, "Got spontaneity on the calendar for next Tuesday.

Teaching is not a lost art but the regard for it is a lost tradition.

My mom shot and killed her last husband. Yeah, my dad used to say "Hey, dodged that bullet. Ha ha."

It's hard to know really how it's going to happen, but the career ebbs and flows and now there's a nicer feeling of interest than there has been at other times.

Like a blind man at an orgy, I was going to have to feel my way through.

One learns better than to hand one's choices to fear. With age, with every wound and scar, one learns.

When things happen - you ask yourself why today, why not tomorrow, why not yesterday? That's the most amazing thing about time.

Half-truths are the devil's IOUs.