- Rev Stephen Kumalo: My brother is greatly changed.
- Theophilus Msimangu: But he has some truth on his side.
- Rev Stephen Kumalo: "Truth"? But how can he have truth on his side and not God?
- Theophilus Msimangu: At least he's got something. Look around. What do you see? Poverty, pain, suffering. Sometimes it is hard even for me to keep faith. Perhaps God is also on his side. Only your brother does not want to know it anymore.
- Robert Ndela: Sir... to my knowledge, your son never said... he believed in something, unless he believed it.
- James Jarvis: I would like nothing better... than to understand my boy.
- Robert Ndela: He's the only man I've ever met, black or white, who saw me for what I am. What I really am.
- James Jarvis: He was on your side, which makes what happened...
- Robert Ndela: He was on no one's side, sir. Except, perhaps... yours and mine.
- Mrs. Kumalo: We want a letter from Johannesburg, but when it comes, we're afraid to open it.
- Rev Stephen Kumalo: Who's afraid? Open it!
- Rev Stephen Kumalo: This is a journey I have always feared: where my people have gone, never to return. The young men have gone to the mines, so the young women go to find them. For who can enjoy the lovely land and the sun that pours down on the earth? When white will not let live equally with black. A land where the white man has everything and the black man nothing.
- Rev Stephen Kumalo: There is fear in the land and fear in the hearts of all who live there. And fear puts an end to understanding and the need to understand. So how shall we fashion such a land when there is fear in the heart? The white man will put more locks on his door and get a fine fierce dog, but the beauty of the trees and of the stars, these things we shall forego. Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him of all if his gives too much. Yes cry, cry, the beloved country.
- James Jarvis: There was something Arthur wrote that day that he - he said that we taught him nothing.
- Mrs. Jarvis: What did he mean?
- James Jarvis: He meant that we taught him *nothing* - about the country in which he lived. He said that we called ourselves Christians, but we were indifferent to the sufferings of Christians. He said, that when we say we are "Christians" - what we mean is - that we are - *white*. Oh, why? Why, why, why - do we bring children into this world.
- Glyn Henderson: Arthur and I didn't always agree on the native question. He - he was an idealist.
- James Jarvis: Yes, yes, yes.
- Glyn Henderson: I think we ought to be hard on the natives. But, Arthur, he - he said that whatever crimes they committed, were more or less our fault. I didn't really understand him. I don't mean that he wasn't sincere.
- James Jarvis: No, no, no. Of course not. Of course not.
- Theophilus Msimangu: I have this great fear in my heart, that one day, when the white man turns to loving, he will find that we are turned to hating.
- James Jarvis: Perhaps, you also saw the boy? He too used to ride past the church.
- Rev Stephen Kumalo: I remember. He had a brightness in him.
- James Jarvis: Yes. He had a brightness in him.
- Rev Stephen Kumalo: Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom
- Rev Stephen Kumalo: Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die? Who knows what keeps us living and struggling, while all things break about us? Who knows why the warm flesh of a child is such comfort, when one's own child is lost and cannot be recovered?
- Father Vincent: He is, I think, the only truly good man I've ever met.
- Theophilus Msimangu: Then why, I wonder, does God not show him any mercy?
- Rev Stephen Kumalo: Oh God, my God, do not thou forsake me. Yea, thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil *if* thou art with me.
- James Jarvis: Is it true - that he opened a boys club for blacks?
- Mary Jarvis: Yes, the Claremont African Boys Club.
- James Jarvis: What's he want to do that for? I just don't understand Arthur. I guess, I never will understand him. I wish he'd leave things as they are. I wish he'd face reality. He's a dreamer! Blacks have their place, we have our place. Blacks live their lives, we live our lives - but, *separately*.