Cry, the beloved country.
This year the crop tends towards the personal, the particular and the recreational. This, the judges believe, points to a society considerably more at ease with itself...
I have one great fear in my heart, that one day when they (the whites of South Africa) have turned to loving, they will find we (the blacks) are turned to hating.
I have one great fear in my heart, that one day when they are turned to loving, they will find we are turned to hating.
The Afrikaner has nowhere to go, and that's why he would rather destroy himself than capitulate.
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.
who knows what life is, for life is a secret.