At the bottom of enmity between strangers lies indifference.

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

Do not do unto others as you would that they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same.

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

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

Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it.

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

In settling an island, the first building erected by a Spaniard will be a church, by a Frenchman a fort, by a Dutchman a warehouse, and by an Englishman an alehouse.

Nationalism is an infantile disease, the measles of mankind.

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.

All of life is a foreign country.

“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.

Once any group in society stands in a relatively deprived position in relation to other groups, it is genuinely deprived.