For Who Can Stop The Heart From

Nothing Is Ever Quiet, Except For Fools.

Something Deep Is Touched Here, Something That Is Good And Deep.

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

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.

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)