If you wrote a novel in South Africa which didn't concern the central issues, it wouldn't be worth publishing.
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.
For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.
Ask yourself not if this or that is expedient, but if it is right.
Happy the eyes that can close
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