We Do Not Work For Men. We

What Broke In A Man When He Could Bring Himself To Kill Another?

And Were Your Back As Broad As Heaven, And Your Purse Full Of Gold, And Did Your Compassion Reach From Here To Hell Itself, There Is Nothing You Can Do.

I Envision Someday A Great, Peaceful South Africa In Which The World Will Take Pride, A Nation In Which Each Of Many Different Groups Will Be Making Its Own Creative Contribution.

St. Francis Of Assisi Taught Me That There Is A Wound In The Creation And That The Greatest Use We Could Make Of Our Lives Was To Ask To Be Made A Healer Of It.

For Mines Are For Men, Not For Money. And Money Is Not Something To Go Mad About, And Throw Your Hat Into The Air For. Money Is For Food And Clothes And Comfort, And A Visit To The Pictures. Money Is To Make Happy The Lives Of Children. Money Is For Security, And For Dreams, And For Hopes, And For Purposes. Money Is For Buying The Fruits Of The Earth, Of The Land Where You Were Born.