Without Dreams And Phantoms Man Cannot Exist.

If Nature Here Wishes To Make A Mountain, She Runs A Range For Five Hundred Miles; If A Plain, She Levels Eighty; If A Rock, She Tilts Five Thousand Feet Of Strata On End; Our Skies Are Higher And More Intensely Blue; Our Waves Larger Than Others; Our Rivers Fiercer. There Is Nothing Measured, Small Nor Petty In South Africa.

It Is The Swimmer Who First Leaps Into The Frozen Stream Who Is Cut Sharpest By The Ice; Those Who Follow Him Find It Broken, And The Last Find It Gone. It Is The Men Or Women Who First Tread Down The Path Which The Bulk Of Humanity Will Ultimately Follow, Who Must Find Themselves At Last In Solitudes Where The Silence Is Deadly.

We Are A Race Of Women That Of Old Knew No Fear And Feared No Death, And Lived Great Lives And Hoped Great Hopes; And If Today Some Of Us Have Fallen On Evil And Degenerate Times, There Moves In Us Yet The Throb Of The Old Blood.

There Is No Door At Which The Hand Of Woman Has Knocked For Admission Into A New Field Of Toil But There Have Been Found On The Other Side The Hands Of Strong And Generous Men Eager To Turn It For Her, Almost Before She Knocks.

Power! Did You Ever Hear Of Men Being Asked Whether Other Souls Should Have Power Or Not? It Is Born In Them.