I have one great fear in my heart, that one day when they are turned to loving, they will find that we are turned to hating.

It is not permissible for us to go on destroying the family life when we know that we are destroying it.

I have never thought that a Christian would be free of suffering, umfundisi. For our Lord suffered. And I come to believe that he suffered, not to save us from suffering, but to teach us how to bear suffering. For he knew that there is no life without suffering.

One thing is about to be finished, but here is something that is only begun. And while I live it will continue

Now God be thanked that the name of a hill is such music, that the name of a river can heal.

There is not much talking now. A silence falls upon them all. This is no time to talk of hedges and fields, or the beauties of any country. Sadness and fear and hate, how they well up in the heart and mind, whenever one opens pages of these messengers of doom. Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman and children bereaved. Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end. The sun pours down on the earth, on the lovely land that man cannot enjoy. He knows only the fear of his heart.

One day in Johannesburg, and already the tribe was being rebuilt, the house and soul being restored.