I am what is called a professor emeritus—from the Latin e, 'out,' and meritus, 'so he ought to be.

I admit that when the facts are not good enough, I always exaggerate them.

The writing of solid, instructive stuff fortified by facts and figures is easy enough. There is no trouble in writing a scientific treatise on the folk-lore of Central China, or a statistical enquiry into the declining population of Prince Edward Island. But to write something out of one's own mind, worth reading for its own sake, is an arduous contrivance only to be achieved in fortunate moments, few and far in between. Personally, I would sooner have written Alice in Wonderland than the whole Encyclopedia Britannica.

In Canada we have enough to do keeping up with two spoken languages ... so we just go right ahead and use English for literature, Scotch for sermons, and American for conversation.

The sorrows and disasters of Europe always brought fortune to America.

Each section of the British Isles has its own way of laughing, except Wales, which doesn't.

There is no doubt that many things in life come to us...at backrounds so to speak. Happiness is one of them.