Let me not be afraid to defend the weak because of the anger of the strong, nor afraid to defend the poor because of the anger of the rich.
ALAN PATONWhat broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?
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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.
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Life has not taught me to expect nothing, but she has taught me not to expect success to be the inevitable result of my endeavors.
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This is no time to talk of hedges and fields, or the beauties of any country.
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The truth is, our civilization is not Christian; it is a tragic compound of great ideal and fearful practice, of loving charity and fearful clutching of possessions.
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Sadness and fear and hate, how they well up in the heart and mind, whenever one opens pages of these messengers of doom.
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For our Lord suffered. And I come to believe that he suffered, not to save us from suffering, but to teach us how to bear suffering. For he knew that there is no life without suffering.
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What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?
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There are voices crying what must be done, a hundred, a thousand voices.
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It is my belief that the only power which can resist the power of fear is the power of love.
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What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?
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There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.
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The sun pours down on the earth, on the lovely land that man cannot enjoy. He knows only the fear of his heart.
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Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end.
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Such development has only one true name, and that is exploitation.
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Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that’s the inheritor of our fear.
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