Rich by nature, poor by policy' might be written over Canada's door.

Personality is lower than partiality.

Above all nations is humanity.

We Jews regard our race as superior to all humanity, and look forward, not to its ultimate union with other races, but to its triumph over them.

The novelist must look on humanity without partiality or prejudice. His sympathy, like that of the historian, must be unbounded, and untainted by sect or party.

No student of history can fail to see the moral interest of the Middle Ages, any more than an artist can fail to see their aesthetic interest.

Ottawa - a sub-arctic lumber-village converted by royal mandate into a political cockpit.

There are the manufacturing multitudes of England; they must have work, and find markets for their work; if machines and the Black Country are ugly, famine would be uglier still.

The Roman legions were formed in the first instance of citizen soldiers, who yet had been made to submit to a rigid discipline, and to feel that in that submission lay their strength.

Yet for my part, deeply as I am moved by the religious architecture of the Middle Ages, I cannot honestly say that I ever felt the slightest emotion in any modern Gothic church.

Art is expression, and to have high expression you must have something high to express.

Life can only be understood backwards

With Christ, I can endure every suffering,

knowing deep inside some ghosts are too cruel to question

I love Thanksgiving because it's a holiday that is centered around food and family, two things that are of utmost importance to me.

My actions constituted pure hacking that resulted in relatively trivial expenses for the companies involved, despite the government's false claims.

Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession's phlegm, and needs no ancestors.

What we don't need in country music is divisiveness, public criticism of each other, and some arbitrary judgement of what belongs and what doesn't.

I got lucky because I never gave up the search. Are you quitting too soon? Or are you willing to pursue luck with a vengeance?

How was it possible to wake up every day and be recognizable to another when so often one was barely recognizable to oneself?

The countless gold of a merry heart, The rubies and pearls of a loving eye, The indolent never can bring to the mart, Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.