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

France has neither winter, summer, nor morals—apart from these drawbacks it is a fine country.

Nationalism is an infantile disease, the measles of mankind.

A criminal may improve and become a decent member of society. A foreigner cannot improve. Once a foreigner, always a foreigner. There is no way out for him.

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.

Other nations use “force”; we Britons alone use “might.”

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

Intolerance is evidence of impotence.

Strangers are an endangered species.

I am a man: I consider nothing human alien to me.

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

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