HUGH MACLENNAN

The farmer's way of saving money: to be owed by someone he trusted.

Give me the writing of a nation's advertising and propaganda, and I care not who governs its politics.

But that night as I drove back to Montreal, I at least discovered this: that there is no simple explanation for anything important any of us do, and that the human tragedy, or the human irony, consists in the necessity of living with the consequences of actions performed under the pressure of compulsions so obscure we do not and cannot understand them.

Love, sought as an escape from the burden of the self, turns rapidly into a captivity.

Man is a thinking animal, a talking animal, a toolmaking animal, a building animal, a political animal, a fantasizing animal. But, in the twilight of a civilization he is chiefly a taxpaying animal.

In comparison with a loving human being, everything else is worthless.

Give me the writing of a nation's advertising and propaganda, and I care not who governs its politics.

Love, sought as an escape from the burden of the self, turns rapidly into a captivity.

But that night as I drove back to Montreal, I at least discovered this: that there is no simple explanation for anything important any of us do, and that the human tragedy, or the human irony, consists in the necessity of living with the consequences of actions performed under the pressure of compulsions so obscure we do not and cannot understand them.

The farmer's way of saving money: to be owed by someone he trusted.

Man is a thinking animal, a talking animal, a toolmaking animal, a building animal, a political animal, a fantasizing animal. But, in the twilight of a civilization he is chiefly a taxpaying animal.

In comparison with a loving human being, everything else is worthless.