Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.
Something deep is touched here, something that is good and deep.
There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.
When men are ruled by fear, they strive to prevent the very changes that will abate it.
It is not permissible to add to one's possesions if these things can only be done at the cost of other men. Such development has only one true name, and that is exploitation.
And were your back as broad as heaven, and your purse full of gold, and did your compassion reach from here to hell itself, there is nothing you can do.