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

Once any group in society stands in a relatively deprived position in relation to other groups, it is genuinely deprived.

Nationalism is an infantile disease, the measles of mankind.

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.

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

Of troubles none is greater than to be robbed of one’s native land.

No man has any natural authority over his fellow man.

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

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

Who sees all beings in his own self, and his own self in all beings, loses all fear.

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.