Achmed Abdullah

“ A national habit which caused him to see foreigners entirely through the smoked, distorting spectacles of provinciality and, in judging them, to accept certain cut-and-dried verdicts and well-defined standards that were nearly always the result of frivolous newspaper comment, of light fiction, of music-hall catchwords, of a motion pictures director's abysmal ignorance, of smart, would-be witty remarks coined by returned travelers!
Standards hoary with age! Standards more hoary with lies! ”

“ No man of his ancestry, straight American, Scotch and English, descendant of sturdy, independent, courageous, fairly well-educated people who for generations had not felt the pinch of want nor the lessening of mentality that goes with it, who had lived away from the reek of city slums yet away, too, from the stultifying influence of meager, worked-out farms, who following the keen call in their own brains, their own imagination, had taken the trail of the ever-broadening Western frontier from Virginia via Kentucky, Kansas, and California to the Northwest ”

“ Germany is not a Republic. A chap like myself simply has to kowtow to a man like the Prince. I told him quite casually about my trip to the West, mentioned the Yankee Doodle Glory, and he ..." He was silent, then went on in a whisper. "You know," touching his forehead significantly, "some of our German royalty are slightly—oh ..." ”