I do desire we may be better strangers.

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

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

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

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

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

Such then is the human state, that to wish greatness for one’s country is to wish harm to one’s neighbors.

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.

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

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

All of life is a foreign country.

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.

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.