Ask yourself not if this or that is expedient, but if it is right.

I have one great fear in my heart, that one day when they are turned to loving, they will find that we are turned to hating.

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

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

There is only one thing that has power completely, and that is love.

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