List of Alan Paton Quotes

For Who Can Stop The Heart From Breaking?

All Roads Lead To Johannesburg.

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

I Am A Weak And Sinful Man, But God Put His Hands On Me, That Is All.

There Is A Man Sleeping In The Grass. And Over Him Is Gathering The Greatest Storm Of All His Days. Such Lightening And Thunder Will Come There Has Never Been Seen Before, Bringing Death And Destruction. People Hurry Home Past Him, To Places Safe From Danger. And Whether They Do Not See Him There In The Grass, Or Whether They Fear To Halt Even A Moment, But They Do Not Wake Him, They Let Him Be.

It Is Not Permissible For Us To Go On Destroying The Family Life When We Know That We Are Destroying It.

For Fear Will Rob Him Of All If He Gives Too Much.

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.

If You Wrote A Novel In South Africa Which Didn't Concern The Central Issues, It Wouldn't Be Worth Publishing.

Nosecond Johannesburg Isneededuponthe Earth.one Is Enough.

And Money Is Not Something To Go Mad About ... Money Is For Food And Clothes And Comfort, And A Visit To The Pictures. Money Is To Make Happy The Lives Of Children.

Although Nothing Has Come Yet, Something Is Here Already.

Now God Be Thanked That The Name Of A Hill Is Such Music, That The Name Of A River Can Heal.

One Day In Johannesburg, And Already The Tribe Was Being Rebuilt, The House And Soul Being Restored.

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

The Ground Is Holy, Being Even As It Came From The Creator. Keep It, Guard It, Care For It, For It Keeps Men, Guards Men, Cares For Men. Destroy It And Man Is Destroyed.

There Are Voices Crying What Must Be Done, A Hundred, A Thousand Voices. But What Do They Help If One Seeks For Counsel, For One Cries This, And One Cries That, And Another Cries Something That Is Neither This Nor That.

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

Forgive Us All, For We All Have Trespasses.

One Thing Is About To Be Finished, But Here Is Something That Is Only Begun. And While I Live It Will Continue

What Broke In A Man When He Could Bring Himself To Kill Another? What Broke When He Could Bring Himself To Thrust Down The Knife Into The Warm Flesh, To Bring Down The Axe On The Living Head, To Cleave Down Between The Seeing Eyes, To Shoot The Gun That Would Drive Death Into The Beating Heart?

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.

But Sorrow Is Better Than Fear. For Fear Impoverishes Always, While Sorrow May Enrich.

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.