We Do Not Work For Men. We

But To Punish And Not To Restore, That Is The Greatest Of All Offences.

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

The Afrikaner Has Nowhere To Go, And Thats Why He Would Rather Destroy Himself Than Capitulate.

There Is A Lovely Road That Runs From Ixopo Into The Hills.

When I Go Up There, Which Is My Intention, The Big Judge Will Say To Me, Where Are Your Wounds? And If I Say I Haven’t Any, He Will Say, Was There Nothing To Fight For? I Couldn’t Face That Question. (ah, But Your Land Is Beautiful)