And were your back as broad as heaven, and your purse full of gold, and did your compassion reach from here to hell itself, there is nothing you can do.
ALAN PATONThere 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.
More Alan Paton Quotes
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She taught me to seek sustenance from the endeavor itself, but to leave the result to God.
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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.
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And whether they do not see him there in the grass, or whether they fear to halt even a moment, but they do not wake him, they let him be.
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The Afrikaner has nowhere to go, and thats why he would rather destroy himself than capitulate.
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Money is for food and clothes and comfort, and a visit to the pictures. Money is to make happy the lives of children.
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But I have learned that kindness and love can pay for pain and suffering.
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Such lightening and thunder will come there has never been seen before, bringing death and destruction.
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But perhaps when you were too obedient, and did not do openly what others did, and were quiet in church and hard-working at school.
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There are voices crying what must be done, a hundred, a thousand voices.
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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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Pain and suffering, they are a secret. Kindness and love, they are a secret.
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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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In the deserted harbour there is yet water that laps against the quays. In the dark and silent forest, there is a leaf that falls.
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Something deep is touched here, something that is good and deep.
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Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that’s the inheritor of our fear.
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