“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.

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.

At the bottom of enmity between strangers lies indifference.

I do desire we may be better strangers.

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.

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.

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

Patriotism is an ephemeral motive that scarcely ever outlasts the particular threat to society that aroused it.

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

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.

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.

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