The More The Heart Is Nourished With

Poverty Is Like A Pain, Dormant And Unbearable As Long As You Don't Move About Too Much. You Grow Used To It, You End Up By Paying No Attention To It. But Once You Presume To Bring It Out In The Daylight, It Becomes Terrifying, You See It At Last In All Its Squalor And You Shrink From Exposing It To The Sun.

Ideas Often Last But A Day; Feelings, Dreams Almost Forever.

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.

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

The More The Heart Is Nourished With Happiness, The More It Is Insatiable.