It is my belief that the only power which can resist the power of fear is the power of love.

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

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply... For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.

The only way in which one can make endurable man's inhumanity to man, and man's destruction of his own environment, is to exemplify in your own lives man's humanity to man and man's reverence for the place in which he lives.

There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.

And were your back as broad as heaven, and your purse full of gold, and did your compassion reach from here to hell itself, there is nothing you can do.

If you wrote a novel in South Africa which didn't concern the central issues, it wouldn't be worth publishing.