Pain And Suffering, They Are A Secret.

Cry, The Beloved Country, For The Unborn Child That's The Inheritor Of Our Fear. Let Him Not Love The Earth Too Deeply. Let Him Not Laugh Too Gladly When The Water Runs Through His Fingers, Nor Stand Too Silent When The Setting Sun Makes Red The Veld With Fire. Let Him Not Be Too Moved When The Birds Of His Land Are Singing. Nor Give Too Much Of His Heart To A Mountain Or A Valley. For Fear Will Rob Him If He Gives Too Much.

Although Nothing Has Come Yet, Something Is Here Already.

To Give Up The Task Of Reforming Society Is To Give Up One's Responsibility As A Free Man.

It Was Not His Habit To Dwell On What Could Have Been, But What Could Never Be.

For Fear Will Rob Him Of All If He Gives Too Much.