It Was Not His Habit To Dwell

Cry, The Beloved Country, For The Unborn Child That's The Inheritor Of Our Fear. 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. Let Him Not Be Too Moved When The Birds Of His Land Are Singing. Nor Give Too Much Of His Heart To A Mountain Or A Valley. For Fear Will Rob Him If He Gives Too Much.

I Have Never Thought That A Christian Would Be Free Of Suffering, Umfundisi. 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.

But When The Dawn Will Come, Of Our Emancipation, From The Fear Of Bondage And The Bondage Of Fear, Why, That Is A Secret.

It Is Not Permissible To Add To One's Possesions If These Things Can Only Be Done At The Cost Of Other Men. Such Development Has Only One True Name, And That Is Exploitation.

But The One Thing That Has Power Completely Is Love, Because When A Man Loves, He Seeks No Power, And Therefore He Has Power.