What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?

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

The Afrikaner has nowhere to go, and thats why he would rather destroy himself than capitulate.

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

There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it.

Sorrow is better than fear. Fear is a journey,a terrible journey, but sorrow is at least an arrival. When the storm threatens, a man is afraid for his house. But when the house is destroyed, there is something to do. About a storm he can do nothing, but he can rebuild a house.

Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die?... Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom.