Canada Day Quotes

Some years later I met Queen Elizabeth II, in our capital Ottawa at a Canada Day celebration. David Foster and I were doing the show and we both met her afterwards. She told me how much she loved the Canadian Railroad Trilogy. She looked at me and said, "oh, that song", and then said again, "that song", and that was all she said.

I'm not going to play politics on the floor of the House of Commons.

Canadians don't have a very big political lever, we're nice guys.

I started life washing cars in Canada before moving on to selling life insurance and vacuum cleaners. Later, I went through a programme by Dr. Norman Vincent Peale, which literally changed my life. It was the turning point.

After all, we fought the Yanks in 1812 and kicked them the hell out of our country - but not with blanks.

It seems that Canada's historic mission is to come to the selfless aid both of its friends and of complete strangers, and then, once the crisis is over, to be well and truly ignored. Canada is the perpetual wallflower that stands on the edge of the hall, waiting for someone to come and ask her for a dance.

I always thought of this as God's country.

Before the Civil War, Canada was at the top of the underground railroad. If you made it into Canada, you were safe unless someone came and hauled you back. That was also true during the Vietnam War for draft resisters.

Canada is the greatest nation in this country.

Canada is the essence of not being. Not English, not American, it is the mathematic of not being. And a subtle flavour - we're more like celery as a flavour.

Canada is like an old cow. The West feeds it. Ontario and Quebec milk it. And you can well imagine what it's doing in the Maritimes.

Canada is the only country in the world that knows how to live without an identity.

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.

Hysterically funny, amazingly talented people. That's what I think of when I think of Canada. That, and cold beer. And mountains.

Today is the oldest you've ever been, and the youngest you'll ever be again.

Canada is the homeland of equality, justice and tolerance.

There are no limits to the majestic future which lies before the mighty expanse of Canada with its virile, aspiring, cultured, and generous-hearted people.

With or without the Royals, we are not Americans. Nor are we British. Or French. Or Void. We are something else. And the sooner we define this, the better.

Canada is a place of infinite promise. We like the people, and if one ever had to emigrate, this would be the destination, not the U.S.A. The hills, lakes and forests make it a place of peace and repose of the mind, such as one never finds in the U.S.A.

I am so excited about Canadians ruling the world.

I've been to Canada, and I've always gotten the impression that I could take the country over in about two days.

Whether we live together in confidence and cohesion; with more faith and pride in ourselves and less self-doubt and hesitation; strong in the conviction that the destiny of Canada is to unite, not divide; sharing in cooperation, not in separation or in conflict; respecting our past and welcoming our future.

We have it all. We have great diversity of people, we have a wonderful land, and we have great possibilities. So all those things combined there's nowhere else I'd rather be.

When I'm in Canada, I feel this is what the world should be like.

The great themes of Canadian history are as follows: Keeping the Americans out, keeping the French in, and trying to get the Natives to somehow disappear.

It is wonderful to feel the grandness of Canada in the raw, not because she is Canada but because she's something sublime that you were born into, some great rugged power that you are a part of.

Canada is the linchpin of the English-speakin g world

We peer so suspiciously at each other that we cannot see that we Canadians are standing on the mountaintop of human wealth, freedom and privilege.

It is wonderful to feel the grandness of Canada in the raw.

A Canadian is somebody who knows how to make love in a canoe.

The huge advantage of Canada is its backwardness.

I am a Canadian, free to speak without fear, free to worship in my own way, free to stand for what I think right, free to oppose what I believe wrong, or free to choose those who shall govern my country. This heritage of freedom I pledge to uphold for myself and all mankind.

I don't even know what street Canada is on.

The Canadian Identity, it seems, is truly elusive only at home. Beyond the borders Canadians know exactly who they are, within they see themselves as part of a family, a street, a neighbourhood, a community, a province , a region, and on special occasions like Canada Day and Grey Cup weekend and, of course, during the Winter Olympics, a country called Canada. Beyond the borders, they pine; within the borders, they more often whine

Many Canadian nationalists harbour the bizarre fear that should we ever reject royalty, we would instantly mutate into Americans, as though the Canadian sense of self is so frail and delicate a bud, that the only thing stopping it from being swallowed whole by the US is an English lady in a funny hat.

The beaver, which has come to represent Canada as the eagle does the United States and the lion Britain, is a flat-tailed, slow-witted, toothy rodent known to bite off it's own testicles or to stand under its own falling trees.

Our hopes are high. Our faith in the people is great. Our courage is strong. And our dreams for this beautiful country will never die.

My dream is for people around the world to look up and to see Canada like a little jewel sitting at the top of the continent.

We'll explain the appeal of curling to you if you explain the appeal of the National Rifle Association to us.

Canada is like a loft apartment over a really great party.

I am deeply moved by the warmth and courage of the Canadian people which I felt so strongly during my recent visit to your country. Your support of the struggle against apartheid restored me in my journey home and reassured me that many just people around the world are with us.

The US is our trading partner, our neighbour, our ally and our friend... and sometimes we'd like to give them such a smack!

Canada is a country whose main exports are hockey players and cold fronts. Our main imports are baseball players and acid rain.

Canadians are the people who learned to live without the bold accents of the natural ego-trippers of other lands.

Canadians have an abiding interest in surprising those Americans who have historically made little effort to learn about their neighbour to the North.