“Money is for food and clothes and comfort, and a visit to the pictures. Money is to make happy the lives of children.”

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

I couldn’t face that question. (Ah, But Your Land Is Beautiful)

For it is the dawn that has come, as it has come for a thousand centuries, never failing.

People hurry home past him, to places safe from danger.

Something deep is touched here, something that is good and deep.

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.