“Behind the polished panelling the white ant eats away the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools”

Then some unknown rebellion brewed in you, doing harm to you, though how I do not understand.

I have never thought that a Christian would be free of suffering, umfundisi.

If you wrote a novel in South Africa which didn’t concern the central issues, it wouldn’t be worth publishing.

Pain and suffering, they are a secret. Kindness and love, they are a secret.

There is only one way in which one can endure man’s inhumanity to man and that is to try, in one’s own life, to exemplify man’s humanity to man.

The sun pours down on the earth, on the lovely land that man cannot enjoy. He knows only the fear of his heart.

Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.

All roads lead to Johannesburg.

It was not his habit to dwell on what could have been, but what could never be.

St. Francis of Assisi taught me that there is a wound in the Creation and that the greatest use we could make of our lives was to ask to be made a healer of it.

Sadness and fear and hate, how they well up in the heart and mind, whenever one opens pages of these messengers of doom.

The only way in which one can make endurable man’s inhumanity to man.

Nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him if he gives too much.

Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end.

She taught me to seek sustenance from the endeavor itself, but to leave the result to God.

But when the house is destroyed, there is something to do. About a storm he can do nothing, but he can rebuild a house.

There is a cliche that men want their women to be ladies in public and hookers behind closed doors.

My views about God come from my dad. Dad told me that he believed Nature, which to him included humankind, to be so beautiful, so magnificent, that there had to be something behind it all.

I think there’s a little me hiding behind your leg, Chichi.” “I’m Goten.” “I’m Goku. Hi!” …. “Daddy!

Behind each door we shake is a reality.

Rosa Parks was primed, she had the Civil Rights Movement behind her, she didn’t just decide to sit on the bus, it was strategic.

Harriet Tubman didn’t have strategy meetings or a movement behind her, she was the movement.

When I get old and slow down I want to look behind me and see all the fire and the wreckage and no stone left unturned.

If you’re going to drop behind, you have to keep it there.