Nationalism is an infantile disease, the measles of mankind.

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

There are chance meetings with strangers that interest us from the first moment, before a word is spoken.

When you name yourself, you always name another.

Other nations use “force”; we Britons alone use “might.”

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

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

No man has any natural authority over his fellow man.

Nothing is more narrow-minded than chauvinism or racial hatred. To me all men are equal; there are flatheads everywhere and I despise them all equally.

I am a man: I consider nothing human alien to me.

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

“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.

No nation is fit to sit in judgment upon any other nation.