Fogs are like dreams that feed the soul, and without their mysterious embrace, childhood, courtship, poetry and the composition of music become all the more difficult. — Michael Leunig Copy Share Image
In my journey as a cartoonist, I seem to have accidentally stumbled into all sorts of traps, damnations and blacklists. — Michael Leunig Copy Share Image
There are only two feelings, Love and fear: There are only two languages, Love and fear: There are only two activities, Love and fear:… — Michael Leunig Copy Share Image
If European symbols and traditions have grown tired, perfunctory and oppressively banal in Australia, or been drained of spirit and meaning by the dreary… — Michael Leunig Copy Share Image
Socialised humanity represses nature and degrades human nature; it takes life and waters it down - probably to control it - diluting existence with… — Michael Leunig Copy Share Image
I became a cartoonist because I'd sort of failed at everything else, really. I mean, it was by default. — Michael Leunig Copy Share Image
I never really understood who the Magi were as a child. What is a Magi? Not a word I would use, but a magpie… — Michael Leunig Copy Share Image
God bless this tiny little boat, And me who travels in it. It stays afloat for years and years, And sinks within a minute.… — Michael Leunig Copy Share Image
There can be many reasons to travel, but wandering into the world for no particular reason is a sublime madness, which in all its… — Michael Leunig Copy Share Image
Life seems sadly mishandled by humans, as if it's all too much for them - they spend so much time and energy hurting each… — Michael Leunig Copy Share Image
