For a little sould that cries oout aloud for continued personal existence for itseld and its beloved, there is no help. For the sould which know itse… - Olive Schreiner

The full African moon poured down its light from the blue sky into the wide, lonely plain. The dry, sandy earth, with its coating of stunted ‘karroo’ bushes a few inches high, the low hills that skirted the plain, the milk-bushes with their long, finger-like leaves, all were touched by a weird and almost oppressive beauty as they lay in the white light.”

Men are like the earth and we are the moon; we turn always one side to them, and they think there is no other, because they don't see it—but there is.

All things on earth have their price, and for truth we pay the dearest. We barter it for love and sympathy. The road to honour is paved with thorns; but on the path to truth, at every step you set your foot down on your heart.