Nations, like men, have their infancy.
The maxim of the British people is Business as usual.
The only thing chicken about Israel is their soup.
Frenchmen have an unlimited capacity for gallantry and indulge it on every occasion.
Switzerland is simply a large, lumpy, solid rock with a thin skin of grass stretched over it.
It profits a man nothing to give his soul for the whole world... but for Wales!
The soil of their native land is dear to all the hearts of mankind.
The trees in Siberia are miles apart, that is why the dogs are so fast. [About Russia]
States are as the men, they grow out of human characters.
It is true that men themselves made this world of nations... but this world without doubt has issued from a mind often diverse, at times quite contrary, and always superior to the particular ends that men had proposed to themselves.
The French complain of everything, and always.
I do not call the sod under my feet my country; but language -- religion -- government -- blood -- identity in these makes men of one country.