“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.”

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.

Nosecond Johannesburg isneededuponthe earth.One is enough.

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.

When a deep injury is done us, we never recover until we forgive.

Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing.

I have always found that actively loving saves one from a morbid preoccupation with the shortcomings of society.

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.

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.

Keep it, guard it, care for it, for it keeps men, guards men, cares for men. Destroy it and man is destroyed.

I was so wrinkled I could screw my hats on.

When I see old movies with women in floor-length dressing gowns, or when they’re going to the store and they’ve got a pillbox hat with a net over the eyes and white gloves,

I’ll never forget the time my mother showed up with her best friend and two daughters, and all four of us dressed up in matching clothes, shoes and hats to go pick up my brother from school.

My hats did give me an identity. In fact, if I had a dollar for every time someone has seen me bareheaded and said, ‘I almost didn’t recognize you without a hat on’, I could have bought the Cowboys myself.

A hat should be taken off when you greet a lady and left off for the rest of your life. Nothing looks more stupid than a hat.

Is that I get to constantly do different things, put on different hats, be different people, and mixing up the genre really lends itself to that.

You can’t just tip your hat to Jesus; you must bow your knee.

I feel that I am just a storyteller, and whether I am wearing the director hat or the playwright hat, it doesn’t matter.