When men are ruled by fear, they strive to prevent the very changes that will abate it.

Let me not be afraid to defend the weak because of the anger of the strong, nor afraid to defend the poor because of the anger of the rich.

Happy the eyes that can close

Forgive us all, for we all have trespasses.

There are voices crying what must be done, a hundred, a thousand voices. But what do they help if one seeks for counsel, for one cries this, and one cries that, and another cries something that is neither this nor that.

The tragedy is not that things are broken. The tragedy is that things are not mended again.

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.