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 PATON
If you wrote a novel in South Africa which didn’t concern the central issues, it wouldn’t be worth publishing.
More Alan Paton Quotes
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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.
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There is not much talking now. A silence falls upon them all.
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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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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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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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People hurry home past him, to places safe from danger.
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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.
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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.
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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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When a deep injury is done us, we never recover until we forgive.
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But sorrow is better than fear. For fear impoverishes always, while sorrow may enrich.
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But to punish and not to restore, that is the greatest of all offences.
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Pain and suffering, they are a secret. Kindness and love, they are a secret.
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Money is for buying the fruits of the earth, of the land where you were born.
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What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?
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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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