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.

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

All of life is a foreign country.

Africa has her mysteries, and even a wise man cannot understand them. But a wise man respects them.

Strangers are an endangered species.

Children are all foreigners. We treat them as such.

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.

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.

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

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.

Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we.

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

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