A Canadian is someone who knows how to make love in a canoe.

Racism is a refuge for the ignorant. It seeks to divide and to destroy. It is the enemy of freedom, and deserves to be met head-on and stamped out.

According to accepted newspaper clichés, we all go down fighting. The other day I even read that an 18-month-old baby had died after a long battle with cancer. That has become the mandatory phrase for all who expire, disease-ridden. They battled valiantly; they lost. When I finally depart I hope somebody will write, instead, that I died after a long battle with life.

A Canadian is someone who knows how to make love in a canoe

Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.

To err is dysfunctional, to forgive co-dependent.