I've seen too much blood. I've seen too many deaths from off-highway vehicles. How many more deaths is it going to take before the provincial government realizes they're making a wrong mistake?

I don't see this being anything more than a highway for motor vehicles. It'll open up land for suburban development, and we'll be right back in the soup again with more traffic.

When a man lies, he murders some part of the world. These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives. All this I cannot bear to witness any longer. Cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home?

Ah, that we lack the courage of our romantic convictions; and thereby miss the wine of life, forgoing the very thing that makes living worthwhile.

Every reaction is a learning process; every significant experience alters your perspective. So it would seem foolish, would it not, to adjust our lives to the demands of a goal we see from a different angle everyday? How could we ever hope to accomplish anything anther than galloping neurosis?

There is something about the sight of a passing motorcyclist that tempts many automobile drivers to commit murder.