At the bottom of enmity between strangers lies indifference.

I have said this before, but I shall say it again and again and again: your boys are not going to be sent into any foreign wars.

Patriotism is an ephemeral motive that scarcely ever outlasts the particular threat to society that aroused it.

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

I do desire we may be better strangers.

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

Nationalism is an infantile disease, the measles of mankind.

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

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

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

Let the French but have England, and they won’t want to conquer it.

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