Because Life Slips Away, And Because I

If You Wrote A Novel In South Africa Which Didn't Concern The Central Issues, It Wouldn't Be Worth Publishing.

The Ground Is Holy, Being Even As It Came From The Creator. Keep It, Guard It, Care For It, For It Keeps Men, Guards Men, Cares For Men. Destroy It And Man Is Destroyed.

When I Go Up There, Which Is My Intention, The Big Judge Will Say To Me, Where Are Your Wounds? And If I Say I Haven’t Any, He Will Say, Was There Nothing To Fight For? I Couldn’t Face That Question. (ah, But Your Land Is Beautiful)

The Tragedy Is Not That Things Are Broken. The Tragedy Is That Things Are Not Mended Again.

Ask Yourself Not If This Or That Is Expedient, But If It Is Right.