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.

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

because life slips away, and because I need for the rest of my journey a star that will not play false to me, a compass that will not lie.

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

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.

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

Sorrow is better than fear. Fear is a journey, a terrible journey. But, sorrow is at least an arriving.