Many need no other provocation to enmity than that they find themselves excelled.

I have said this before, but I shall say it again and again and again: your boys are not going to be sent into any foreign wars.

Your worst enemy cannot harm you as much as your own thoughts, unguarded.

Let the French but have England, and they won’t want to conquer it.

We have really everything in common with America nowadays, except, of course, language.

France has neither winter, summer, nor morals—apart from these drawbacks it is a fine country.

Africa has her mysteries, and even a wise man cannot understand them. But a wise man respects them.

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.

If a man be gracious and courteous to strangers, it shows he is a citizen of the world, and that his heart is no island cut off from other lands, but a continent that joins to them.

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.

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

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.

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