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.

One thing is about to be finished, but here is something that is only begun. And while I live it will continue

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

Although nothing has come yet, something is here already.

Happy the eyes that can close

There is only one way in which one can endure man's inhumanity to man and that is to try, in one's own life, to exemplify man's humanity to man.

All roads lead to Johannesburg.