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

I want to be the white man’s brother, not his brother-in-law.

One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.

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

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.

Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we.

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

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

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

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.

I do desire we may be better strangers.

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

The less intelligent the white man is, the more stupid he thinks the black.