The most technologically efficient machine that man has ever invented is the book.

One doesn't bother to believe the credible: the credible is believed already, by definition. There's no adventure of the mind.

Americans like to make money, Canadians like to count it.

The Bible should be taught so early and so thoroughly that it sinks straight to the bottom of the mind where everything that comes along can settle on it.

What if criticism is a science as well as an art? Not a pure or exact science, of course, but these phrases belong to a nineteenth-century cosmology which is no longer with us.

I don't see how the study of language and literature can be separated from the question of free speech, which we all know is fundamental to our society.

It seems to me that Canadian sensibility has been profoundly disturbed, not so much by our famous problem of identity, important as that is, as by a series of paradoxes in what confronts that identity. It is less perplexed by the question "Who am I?" than by some such riddle as "Where is here?