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.

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

We do not work for men. We work for the land and the people. We do not even work for money.

Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.

I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.

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

For who can stop the heart from breaking?