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.

What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?

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.

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

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

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.

The tragedy is not that things are broken. The tragedy is that things are not mended again.