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.

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

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.

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

Children are all foreigners. We treat them as such.

“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.

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

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much.

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

Your worst enemy cannot harm you as much as your own thoughts, unguarded.

I do desire we may be better strangers.

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

I want to be the white man’s brother, not his brother-in-law.