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

There are voices crying what must be done, a hundred, a thousand voices.

For mines are for men, not for money. And money is not something to go mad about, and throw your hat into the air for.

Now God be thanked that the name of a hill is such music, that the name of a river can heal.

To give up the task of reforming society is to give up one’s responsibility as a free man.

Ask yourself not if this or that is expedient, but if it is right.

But the one thing that has power completely is love, because when a man loves, he seeks no power, and therefore he has power.

I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.

The tragedy is not that things are broken.

When men are ruled by fear, they strive to prevent the very changes that will abate it.

But I have learned that kindness and love can pay for pain and suffering.

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

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.

We do not work for men. We work for the land and the people. We do not even work for money.

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply… For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.

When the storm threatens, a man is afraid for his house.

The ground is holy, being even as it came from the Creator.

In mutual love the lover not only wants the happiness of his beloved; but has an eye towards his own happiness also.

The Beloved is inside you and also inside me. You know the tree is hidden inside the seed. Let your arrogance go. None of us has gone far. Inside love there is more power than we realize.

Listen to me brother! bring the vision of the Beloved in your heart.

Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.

In beloved Iraq, blood is flowing between brothers, in the shadow of an illegitimate foreign occupation, and abhorrent sectarianism threatens a civil war.

I have now reigned above fifty years in victory and peace, beloved by my subjects, dreaded by my enemies, and respected by my allies.

If we want a beloved community, we must stand for justice.

Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved. It finds its deepest meaning in his spiritual being, his inner self. Whether or not he is actually present, whether or not he is still alive at all, ceases somehow to be of importance.