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
Alan PatonNow God be thanked that the name of a hill is such music, that the name of a river can heal.
Alan PatonTo give up the task of reforming society is to give up one's responsibility as a free man.
Alan Paton