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

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

Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die?... Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom.

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.

Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.

All roads lead to Johannesburg.

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