Man, by definition, is born a stranger: coming from nowhere, he is thrust into an alien world which existed before him-a world which didn't need him. And which will survive him.

The stranger has no friend, unless it be a stranger.

He will deal harshly by a stranger who has not been himself often a traveller and stranger.

Ants and savages put strangers to death.

Man is not man, but a wolf, to those he does not know.

America shudders at anything alien, and when it wants to shut its mind against any man's ideas it calls him a foreigner.

Admiration for ourselves and our institutions is too often measured by our contempt and dislike for foreigners.

Everything foreign is respected, partly because it comes from afar, partly because it is ready made and perfect.

At twelve noon, The natives swoon And no further work is doneBut mad dogs and Englishmen, Go out in the midday sun.