Although Nothing Has Come Yet, Something Is

All Roads Lead To Johannesburg.

There Is A Lovely Road That Runs From Ixopo Into The Hills. These Hills Are Grass-covered And Rolling, And They Are Lovely Beyond Any Singing Of It.

One Thing Is About To Be Finished, But Here Is Something That Is Only Begun. And While I Live It Will Continue

Happy The Eyes That Can Close

It Was Not His Habit To Dwell On What Could Have Been, But What Could Never Be.