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

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

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.

The noblest kind of retribution is not to become like your enemy.

The misfortune of the man of color is having been enslaved. The misfortune and inhumanity of the white man are having killed man somewhere.

All of life is a foreign country.

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.

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

Do not do unto others as you would that they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same.

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.