Forgive us all, for we all have trespasses.
All roads lead to Johannesburg.
The tragedy is not that things are broken. The tragedy is that things are not mended again.
Now God be thanked that the name of a hill is such music, that the name of a river can heal.
Ask yourself not if this or that is expedient, but if it is right.
One day in Johannesburg, and already the tribe was being rebuilt, the house and soul being restored.