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

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.

I will protect you until you are grown and then I will let you fly free, but loving you, that is for always.

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.

With a sister, one can never fear that success will go to one's head.

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

We may look old and wise to the outside world. But to each other, we are still in junior school.