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There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.

Alan Paton

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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Doom Fear Hate Hell Messenger Mind Open Sadness
I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.
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All God Hand His Man Sinful Well
Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that’s the inheritor of our fear.
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Beloved Child Country Cry Fear Inheritor Unborn
There is not much talking now. A silence falls upon them all.
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All Fall Much Now Silence Talk
For it is the dawn that has come, as it has come for a thousand centuries, never failing.
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Century Come Dawn Fall never Thousand
Nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him if he gives too much.
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Fear Give Heart Mountain Much Nor Rob Valley
These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it.
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Beyond Covered Grass Love Roll Sing
Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman and children bereaved.
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Aloud Aye Bereaved Children Custom Dead Law Tribe Woman
But to punish and not to restore, that is the greatest of all offences.
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All Greatest Offence Punish Restore
What 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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Beat Broke Death Down Flesh Heart Knife Living Thrust
Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing.
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Bird Land Move Sing
It is not permissible to add to one’s possesions if these things can only be done at the cost of other men.
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Cost Done Men One Other Permissible Possession These Thing
Sorrow is better than fear.
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Better Fear Sorrow
There are voices crying what must be done, a hundred, a thousand voices.
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Cry Done Hundred Must Thousand Voice
Money is to make happy the lives of children. Money is for security, and for dreams, and for hopes, and for purposes.
ALAN PATON

Children Dream Happy Hope Live Make Money Security
Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom.
ALAN PATON

Book Hard Human Many Struggle Understand Wisdom Write

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