By all but the pathologically romantic, it is now recognized that this is not the age of the small man.

There is something wonderful in seeing a wrong-headed majority assailed by truth.

Clearly the most unfortunate people are those who must do the same thing over and over again, every minute, or perhaps twenty to the minute. They deserve the shortest hours and the highest pay.

I was brought up in southwestern Ontario where we were taught that Canadian patriotism should not withstand anything more than a five-dollar-a-month wage differential. Anything more than that and you went to Detroit.

No ethic is as ethical as the work ethic.

Preservationists are the only people in the world who are invariably confirmed in their wisdom after the fact.

I've become accustomed to supporting politicians who are more conservative than I am. This is not entirely a surprise.