“Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die?…”

One thing is about to be finished, but here is something that is only begun. And while I live it will continue

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.

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?

It is not permissible for us to go on destroying the family life when we know that we are destroying it.

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.

And money is not something to go mad about …

But sorrow is better than fear. For fear impoverishes always, while sorrow may enrich.

Such lightening and thunder will come there has never been seen before, bringing death and destruction.

What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?

And man’s destruction of his own environment, is to exemplify in your own lives man’s humanity to man and man’s reverence for the place in which he lives.

Sorrow is better than fear.

Nosecond Johannesburg isneededuponthe earth.One is enough.

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.

When a deep injury is done us, we never recover until we forgive.

Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing.

I have always found that actively loving saves one from a morbid preoccupation with the shortcomings of society.

When I come out on the mic, you know it’s me.

The words of love you hear, and the life you feel touching your body and soul, then you know you have discovered the great value of misfortune.

I know how to be sour. I know that taste.

Marv didn’t like the way I stepped toward the plate. I had a tendency to throw across my body. So, he took me off to the side at Met Stadium and put a chair on the mound.

You know how a river goes on and on? That’s my love for you.

You should see the correspondence I get from over the world letting me know how significant they think I am. I know that wherever I go, I am well received.

It dismantles and abolishes the horizon within which our knowing and choosing went on, and it sets up a new horizon within which the love of God transvalues our values and the eyes of that love transform our knowing.

I’m not the government. Nor would I EVER want to be the government – I don’t know how you feel about government, but I’m not really happy about them.