There is no moral authority like that of sacrifice.

I have learned since that sometimes the things we want most are impossible for us. You may long to come home, yet wander forever.

Written words still have the amazing power to bring out the best and worst of human nature

Where do whites fit in the New Africa? Nowhere, I'm inclined to sayand I do believe that it is true that even the gentlest and most westernised Africans would like the emotional idea of the continent entirely without the complication of the presence of the white man for a generation or two. But nowhere, as an answer for us whites, is in the same category as remarks like What's the use of living? in the face of the threat of atomic radiation. We are living; we are in Africa.

Music has no limits of a life-span.

Nothing fades so quickly as what is unchanged.

The primacy of the word, basis of the human psyche, that has in our age been used for mind-bending persuasion and brain-washing pulp, disgraced by Gobbles and debased by advertising copy, remains a force for freedom that flies out between all bars.