All men naturally hate each other. We have used concupiscence as best we can to make it serve the common good, but this is mere sham and a false image of charity, for essentially it is just hate.

By nature, men are nearly alike; by practice, they get to be wide apart.

The almost insoluble task is to let neither the power of others, nor our own powerlessness, stupefy us.

There is no foreign land; it is the traveler only that is foreign.

When the missionaries first came to Africa they had the Bible and we had the land. They said, “Let us pray.” We closed our eyes. When we opened them, we had the Bible and they had the land.

It’s good to remember that in crises, natural crises, human beings forget for a while their ignorances, their biases, their prejudices. For a little while, neighbors help neighbors and strangers help strangers.

If you wish to avoid foreign collision, you had better abandon the ocean.

At the bottom of enmity between strangers lies indifference.

All of life is a foreign country.

This is not a clash between civilizations. It is a clash about civilization.

“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.

Nationalism is an infantile disease, the measles of mankind.

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much.