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.
ALAN PATON
Behind the polished panelling the white ant eats away the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools
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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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The Afrikaner has nowhere to go, and thats why he would rather destroy himself than capitulate.
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Fear is a journey,a terrible journey, but sorrow is at least an arrival.
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It was not his habit to dwell on what could have been, but what could never be.
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It is not permissible for us to go on destroying the family life when we know that we are destroying it.
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There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.
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Although nothing has come yet, something is here already.
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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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Something deep is touched here, something that is good and deep.
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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.
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Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die?…
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Keep it, guard it, care for it, for it keeps men, guards men, cares for men. Destroy it and man is destroyed.
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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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When the storm threatens, a man is afraid for his house.
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It is my belief that the only power which can resist the power of fear is the power of love.
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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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