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.

Strangers are an endangered species.

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

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

“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.

Some of us would be greatly astonished to learn the reasons why others respect us.

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

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

I do desire we may be better strangers.

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

The less intelligent the white man is, the more stupid he thinks the black.

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