The Afrikaner has nowhere to go, and thats why he would rather destroy himself than capitulate.
It was not his habit to dwell on what could have been, but what could never be.
There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it.
Happy the eyes that can close
Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.
I have never thought that a Christian would be free of suffering, umfundisi. For our Lord suffered. And I come to believe that he suffered, not to save us from suffering, but to teach us how to bear suffering. For he knew that there is no life without suffering.