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

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.

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

I do desire we may be better strangers.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

Intolerance is evidence of impotence.

“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.