All roads lead to Johannesburg.
One thing is about to be finished, but here is something that is only begun. And while I live it will continue
But when the dawn will come, of our emancipation, from the fear of bondage and the bondage of fear, why, that is a secret.
What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?
Happy the eyes that can close
Ask yourself not if this or that is expedient, but if it is right.