Of All Things That Can Happen To

The Life Of A Writer Is Tragic: The More We Advance, The Farther There Is To Go And The More There Is To Say, The Less Time There Is To Say It.

My Great Hope Would Be That Quebec Would Realize Itself Fully As A Distinct Part Of Canada, And Stay Canadian, Bringing To Canada A Part Of Its Richness.

It's A Funny Life. Either You Don't Make A Red Cent And You Have All The Time In The World, Or Else You Get Double The Money And You Don't Have A Moment To Spend A Penny Of It.

One Knows Less About One's Own Destiny Than About Anything Else On Earth.

Curiosity Ran Unchecked Through Him, Like The Wind Outside Through The Deserted Streets, Along The Canal, Around The Little Wooden Houses, Everywhere, As Far As The Mountain.