We do not work for men. We work for the land and the people. We do not even work for money.

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.

Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.

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

St. Francis of Assisi taught me that there is a wound in the Creation and that the greatest use we could make of our lives was to ask to be made a healer of it.

There is only one thing that has power completely, and that is love.

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