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

For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.

Sorrow is better than fear. Fear is a journey,a terrible journey, but sorrow is at least an arrival. When the storm threatens, a man is afraid for his house. But when the house is destroyed, there is something to do. About a storm he can do nothing, but he can rebuild a house.

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

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.

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

But the one thing that has power completely is love, because when a man loves, he seeks no power, and therefore he has power.