By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned; By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned.
Every time a man unburdens his heart to a stranger he reaffirms the love that unites humanity.
I do desire we may be better strangers.
I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.
It was his peculiar happiness that he scarcely ever found a stranger whom he did not leave a friend; but it must likewise be added, that he had not often a friend long without obliging him to become a stranger.
The moment one accosts a stranger or is accosted by him is above all in this life the moment of drama… Whoever we meet watches us intently at the quick, strange moment of meeting, to see whether we are disposed to be friendly.