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We Do Not Work For Men. We Work For The Land And The People. We Do Not Even Work For Money.

Sorrow Is Better Than Fear. Fear Is A Journey,a Terrible Journey, But Sorrow Is At Least An Arrival. When The Storm Threatens, A Man Is Afraid For His House. But When The House Is Destroyed, There Is Something To Do. About A Storm He Can Do Nothing, But He Can Rebuild A House.

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

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

It Is Not Permissible To Add To One's Possesions If These Things Can Only Be Done At The Cost Of Other Men. Such Development Has Only One True Name, And That Is Exploitation.