Forgive Us All, For We All Have

All Roads Lead To Johannesburg.

Who Knows For What We Live, And Struggle, And Die?... 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.

Sorrow Is Better Than Fear. Fear Is A Journey,a Terrible Journey, But Sorrow Is At Least An Arrival. When The Storm Threatens, A Man Is Afraid For His House. But When The House Is Destroyed, There Is Something To Do. About A Storm He Can Do Nothing, But He Can Rebuild A House.

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.

If You Wrote A Novel In South Africa Which Didn't Concern The Central Issues, It Wouldn't Be Worth Publishing.