For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.

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

I have always found that actively loving saves one from a morbid preoccupation with the shortcomings of society.

Something deep is touched here, something that is good and deep.

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that's the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing. Nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him if he gives too much.

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