We have really everything in common with America nowadays, except, of course, language.

In settling an island, the first building erected by a Spaniard will be a church, by a Frenchman a fort, by a Dutchman a warehouse, and by an Englishman an alehouse.

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

This is not a clash between civilizations. It is a clash about civilization.

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

Such then is the human state, that to wish greatness for one’s country is to wish harm to one’s neighbors.

It’s good to remember that in crises, natural crises, human beings forget for a while their ignorances, their biases, their prejudices. For a little while, neighbors help neighbors and strangers help strangers.

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.

There are chance meetings with strangers that interest us from the first moment, before a word is spoken.

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

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