Nothing Is Ever Quiet, Except For Fools.

Because Life Slips Away, And Because I Need For The Rest Of My Journey A Star That Will Not Play False To Me, A Compass That Will Not Lie.

When Men Are Ruled By Fear, They Strive To Prevent The Very Changes That Will Abate It.

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

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.

Now God Be Thanked That The Name Of A Hill Is Such Music, That The Name Of A River Can Heal.