Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply... For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.

There is only one way in which one can endure man's inhumanity to man and that is to try, in one's own life, to exemplify man's humanity to man.

But when the dawn will come, of our emancipation, from the fear of bondage and the bondage of fear, why, that is a secret.

One thing is about to be finished, but here is something that is only begun. And while I live it will continue

All roads lead to Johannesburg.

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.

The Afrikaner has nowhere to go, and thats why he would rather destroy himself than capitulate.