Peace Is That State In Which Fear

Young Girls Passed Me With Romance Still In Their Eyes, And Others, A Little Older, With The Romance Dead.

History Gives Us A Kind Of Chart, And We Dare Not Surrender Even A Small Rushlight In The Darkness. The Hasty Reformer Who Does Not Remember The Past Will Find Himself Condemned To Repeat It.

There May Be Peace Without Joy, And Joy Without Peace, But The Two Combined Make Happiness.

I Believe Everything Out Of The Common. The Only Thing To Distrust Is The Normal.

The Vows We Take In The Holy Place Bind Us Till We Are Purged Of Them At Inanda's Kraal. Till Then No Blood Must Be Shed And No Flesh Eaten. It Was The Fashion Of Our Forefathers.