There Is Only One Way In Which

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.

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.

It Is Not Permissible For Us To Go On Destroying The Family Life When We Know That We Are Destroying It.

For Fear Will Rob Him Of All If He Gives Too Much.

There Is Not Much Talking Now. A Silence Falls Upon Them All. This Is No Time To Talk Of Hedges And Fields, Or The Beauties Of Any Country. Sadness And Fear And Hate, How They Well Up In The Heart And Mind, Whenever One Opens Pages Of These Messengers Of Doom. Cry For The Broken Tribe, For The Law And The Custom That Is Gone. Aye, And Cry Aloud For The Man Who Is Dead, For The Woman And Children Bereaved. Cry, The Beloved Country, These Things Are Not Yet At An End. The Sun Pours Down On The Earth, On The Lovely Land That Man Cannot Enjoy. He Knows Only The Fear Of His Heart.