For it is the dawn that has come, as it has come for a thousand centuries, never failing.

Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die?... Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom.

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

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

Although nothing has come yet, something is here already.

Pain and suffering, they are a secret. Kindness and love, they are a secret. But I have learned that kindness and love can pay for pain and suffering.

I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.