There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.
Sorrow is better than fear. Fear is a journey, a terrible journey. But, sorrow is at least an arriving.
Something deep is touched here, something that is good and deep.
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.
Happy the eyes that can close
The truth is, our civilization is not Christian; it is a tragic compound of great ideal and fearful practice, of loving charity and fearful clutching of possessions.