Alan Paton

But to punish and not to restore, that is the greatest of all offences.

In the meantime the strike is over, with a remarkably low loss of life. All is quiet, they report, all is quiet.In the deserted harbour there is yet water that laps against the quays. In the dark and silent forest there is a leaf that falls. Behind the polished panelling the white ant eats away the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.

When I go up there, which is my intention, the Big Judge will say to me, __here are your wounds?_ and if I say I haven__ any, he will say, __as there nothing to fight for?_ I couldn__ face that question.