My Parents Migrated To Canada In 1876,

The Lord Said 'let There Be Wheat' And Saskatchewan Was Born

The Road Comes To An End Just When It Ought To Be Getting Somewhere. The Passengers Alight, Shaken And Weary, To Begin, All Over Again, Something Else.

Writing Is Not Hard. Just Get Paper And Pencil, Sit Down, And Write As It Occurs To You. The Writing Is Easy-it's The Occurring That's Hard.

The Student Of Arithmetic Who Has Mastered The First Four Rules Of His Art, And Successfully Striven With Money Sums And Fractions, Finds Himself Confronted By An Unbroken Expanse Of Questions Known As Problems.

All Our Yesterdays, It Is True, Have Only Lighted Fools The Way To Dusty Death. But We Need At Least The Dates Of The Yesterdays And The List Of The Fools.