No man has any natural authority over his fellow man.

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

The noblest kind of retribution is not to become like your enemy.

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.

All men naturally hate each other. We have used concupiscence as best we can to make it serve the common good, but this is mere sham and a false image of charity, for essentially it is just hate.

“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.

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

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

Nationalism is an infantile disease, the measles of mankind.

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

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

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