“Expatriation,” I wrote just now. How harsh the word is, and how false it rings! In all my journeyings I have felt, and I feel still more strongly now, that one can never be expatriated. However far he maybe from his native land or from any land, he has only to retire into his innermost consciousness to find himself citizen not of the world, but of that little corner of it from which he came.
Outre-Mer, the impressions of Paul Bourget, a Frenchman touring America at the turn of the 20th century