“There are voices crying what must be done, a hundred, a thousand voices.”

But what do they help if one seeks for counsel, for one cries this, and one cries that, and another cries something that is neither this nor that.

Therefore if a law is unjust, and if the Judge judges according to the law, that is justice, even if it is not just.

Happy the eyes that can close

It is not “forgive and forget” as if nothing wrong had ever happened, but “forgive and go forward,

Sorrow is better than fear. Fear is a journey, a terrible journey. But, sorrow is at least an arriving.

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.

The truth is, our civilization is not Christian; it is a tragic compound of great ideal and fearful practice, of loving charity and fearful clutching of possessions.

Although nothing has come yet, something is here already.

But to punish and not to restore, that is the greatest of all offences.

This is no time to talk of hedges and fields, or the beauties of any country.

Money is to make happy the lives of children. Money is for security, and for dreams, and for hopes, and for purposes.

One day in Johannesburg, and already the tribe was being rebuilt, the house and soul being restored.

I have one great fear in my heart, that one day when they are turned to loving, they will find that we are turned to hating.

Forgive us all, for we all have trespasses.

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that’s the inheritor of our fear.

Money is for buying the fruits of the earth, of the land where you were born.

Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.

It is the first cry after birth

The moment we cry in a film is not when things are sad but when they turn out to be more beautiful than we expected them to be.

The next time I will cry is when I die. My life has been that beautiful.

I had to do another couple of albums about this idiot. Then I had to play in front of 37 people. It was horrible. I was crying. I was freaked out.

While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.

The tears loosen their memories so they can slide away. They cry at the life they have lost, and then they cry at everything they’ll forget.

Laugh at love and love will make you cry.