You can kid the world, but not your sister.

Becoming a mother makes you the mother of all children. From now on each wounded, abandoned, frightened child is yours. You live in the suffering mothers of every race and creed and weep with them. You long to comfort all who are desolate.

A dog desires affection more than its dinner. Well - almost.

In the welter of statistics about selected ethnic origins (singular or multiple) in the last census, one finding was often overlooked. Of the 25,309,330 people living in Canada in 1986, only 69,065 declared themselves as Canadians.

After scolding one's cat one looks into its face and is seized by the ugly suspicion that it understood every word. And has filed it for reference.

Music is the voice of all humanity, of whatever time or place. In its presence, we are one.

Human beings who leave behind them no great achievements, but only a series of small kindnesses, have not had wasted lives