“Love is the bridge that leads from the I sense to the We, and there is a paradox about personal love.”

Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.

The xenophobic individual can only reject and destroy, as the xenophobic nation inevitably makes war.

There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.

The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.

To know who you are, you have to have a place to come from.

The writer by nature of his profession is a dreamer and a conscious dreamer. He must imagine, and imagination takes humility, love and great courage. How can you create a character without live and the struggle that goes with love?

She stood in front of the mirror a long time, and finally decided she either looked like a sap or else she looked very beautiful. One or the other.

It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.

There is so much truth in children and so little self-consciousness. It always strikes me that they are so capable of losing and finding themselves and also losing and finding those things they feel close to.

You don’t know what it is to store up a lot of details and then come upon something real.

But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.

I got to wear blinders all the time so I won’t think sideways or in the past.

Love of another individual opens a new relation between the personality and the world. The lover responds in a new way to nature and may even write poetry.

A writer soon discovers he has no single identity but lives the lives of all the people he creates and his weathers are independent of the actual day around him.

How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?

After the first establishment of identity there comes the imperative need to lose this new-found sense of separateness and to belong to something larger and more powerful than the weak, lonely self. The sense of moral isolation is intolerable to us.

The moon brings in the ghost of the past, embody the rays of sun’s warmth into the cold ghost for illuminating the moon.

This is the paradox and the genius of our Canadian civilization.

Man is an embodied paradox, a bundle of contradictions.

We are caught up in a paradox, one which might be called the paradox of conceptualization.

A patriot without religion in my estimation is as great a paradox as an honest Man without the fear of God.

I have no one to talk to, and no one I feel I am trying to find meaning in this nonsensical paradox, with my heart on fire, I am constantly trying to heal.

You are doomed to make choices. This is life’s greatest paradox.

The paradox of education is precisely this – that as one begins to become conscious one begins to examine the society in which he is being educated.