There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.

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.

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

What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another? What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?

I envision someday a great, peaceful South Africa in which the world will take pride, a nation in which each of many different groups will be making its own creative contribution.

It is not permissible for us to go on destroying the family life when we know that we are destroying it.

When a deep injury is done us, we never recover until we forgive.