I remember thinking that walking on the beach as a free man is pretty desirable.

The past is to be respected and acknowledged, but not to be worshipped. It is our future in which we will find our greatness.

If Canada is to survive, it can only survive in mutual respect and in love for one another.

Our hopes are high. Our faith in the people is great. Our courage is strong. And our dreams for this beautiful country will never die.

The state has no business in the bedrooms of the nation.

You just cannot cut a country in two any more than you can cut a human being in two. If you do, you do not have two human beings; you have a corpse.

I've been called worse things by better people.

Let us overthrow the totems, break the taboos. Or better, let us consider them cancelled. Coldly, let us be intelligent.

I will use all my strength to bring about a just society to a nation living in a tough world.

Well, I am trying to put Quebec in its place - and the place of Quebec is in Canada, nowhere else.

Canada is a country whose main exports are hockey players and cold fronts. Our main imports are baseball players and acid rain.

The path of life is predestined by the powerful Divine Being.

I hate not understanding the words, because it kind of squashes the song. It shrinks the visual landscape that you've made for the sounds. And, all of a sudden, the content eclipses things.

I believe that a parents role is to provide a path or opportunity for their children.

All night I have suffered; all night my flesh has trembled to bring forth its gift. The sweat of death is on my forehead; but it is not death, it is life!

I think we as human beings need to be able to appreciate each other's differences and I think jazz really takes us in that direction.

Christianity is an entirely new way of being human.

Parents, just keep in mind that kids will always round off to the nearest obscenity.

Work harder than anyone else around you.

In principle, I am against principles.

The fame which bids fair to live the longest resembles that which Horace attributes to Marcellus, whose progress he compares to the silent, imperceptible growth of a tree.