Quotes About Canada

Canada is destined to be one of the great nations of the world and Canadian women must be ready for citizenship.

feminism

To agree to disagree, to harness diversity, to respect dissent; perhaps this is the real essence of Canada.

The soul of Canada is a dual personality, and must remain only half-revealed to those who know only one language.

A Canadian is someone who drinks Brazilian coffee from an English teacup, and munches a French pastry while sitting on his Danish furniture, having just come home from an Italian movie in his German car. He picks up his Japanese pen and writes to his MP to complain about the American takeover of the Canadian publishing business.

globalization

Such a land [British Columbia] is good for an energetic man. It is also not so bad for the loafer.

We have achieved the most amazing things, a few million people opening up half a continent. But we have not yet found a Canadian soul except in time of war.

Canada could have enjoyed English government, French culture and American know-how. Instead, it would up with English know-how, French government, and American culture.

Canada is a country so square that even the female impersonators are women.

Living next to you is in some ways like sleeping with an elephant. No matter how friendly and even-tempered is the beast, if I can call it that, one is affected by every twitch and grunt.

socialism

In any world menu, Canada must be considered the vichyssoise of nations – it's cold, half-French, and difficult to stir.

We have never been a melting pot. The fact is we are more like a tossed salad. We are green, some of us are oily and there's a little vinegar injected when you get up to Ottawa.

I accept now with equanimity the question so constantly addressed to me, 'Are you an American?' and merely return the accurate answer, 'Yes, lam a Canadian.'

The biggest trading partner of the United States is not West Germany or Japan.

Canada is useful only to provide me with furs.

If the national mental illness of the United States is megalomania, that of Canada is paranoid schizophrenia.

I see Canada as a country torn between a very northern, rather extraordinary, mystical spirit which it fears and its desire to present itself to the world as a Scotch banker.

The air and the sky seem to have been freshly washed and polished, and the people too.

Canada has never been a melting pot; more like a tossed salad.

To enter the United States is a matter of crossing an ocean; to enter Canada is a matter of being silently swallowed by an alien continent.

In any world menu, Canada must be considered the vichyssoise of nations—it's cold, half-French, and difficult to stir.

Canadians look down at the United States and consider it Hell.  They are right to do so.  Canada is to the United States what, in Dante's scheme, Limbo is to Hell.

Canadians are Americans with no Disneyland.

Canada is bounded on the north by gold; on the west by the East; on the east by history; and on the south by friends.