When a deep injury is done us, we never recover until we forgive.
All roads lead to Johannesburg.
I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.
I have one great fear in my heart, that one day when they are turned to loving, they will find that we are turned to hating.
We do not work for men. We work for the land and the people. We do not even work for money.
In the deserted harbour there is yet water that laps against the quays. In the dark and silent forest, there is a leaf that falls. Behind the polished panelling the white ant eats away the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools