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

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

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

Strangers are an endangered species.

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

If a man be gracious and courteous to strangers, it shows he is a citizen of the world, and that his heart is no island cut off from other lands, but a continent that joins to them.

At the bottom of enmity between strangers lies indifference.

One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.

I do desire we may be better strangers.

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

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

No man has any natural authority over his fellow man.

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