I walked until midnight in the storm, then I went home and took a sauna for an hour and a half. It was all clear. I listened to my heart and saw if there were any signs of my destiny in the sky, and there were none - there were just snowflakes.

I think we have to realize that Canada is not immortal; but, if it is going to go, let it go with a bang rather than a whimper.

I can see that in certain political situations you have to use force to overthrow police states.

We wish nothing more, but we will accept nothing less. Masters in our own house we must be, but our house is the whole of Canada.

The die is cast in Canada: there are two ethnic and linguistic groups; each is too strong and too deeply rooted in the past, too firmly bound to a mother culture, to be able to swamp the other. But if the two will collaborate inside of a truly pluralist state, Canada could become a privileged place where the federalist form of government, which is the government of tomorrow's world, will be perfected.

Power only tires those who don't exercise it.

I'm impatient not with the House of Commons as an institution, but with the way in which it is operated. This doesn't prove I don't believe in participatory democracy.