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.

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

A criminal may improve and become a decent member of society. A foreigner cannot improve. Once a foreigner, always a foreigner. There is no way out for him.

No man has any natural authority over his fellow man.

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.

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

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.

“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.

To think ill of mankind, and not wish ill to them, is perhaps the highest wisdom and virtue.

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

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