South Africa has faced many problems in the past. You would understand those problems if you understood the history of the struggle to get rid of Apartheid and the struggle to establish democracy.

Gloom and despondency have never defeated adversity. Trying times need courage and resilience. Our strength as a people is not tested during the best of times.

Our experience over the last 20 years has shown that indeed people must themselves become their own liberators. You cannot wait for somebody else to come and rescue you.

We should never become despondent because the weather is bad, nor should we turn triumphalist because the sun shines.

As Africans, we need to share common recognition that all of us stand to lose if we fail to transform our continent.

When will the day come that our dignity will be fully restored, when the purpose of our lives will no longer be merely to survive until the sun rises tomorrow!

Many of our own people here in this country do not ask about computers, telephones and television sets. They ask - when will we get a road to our village.

Does HIV cause AIDS? Can a virus cause a syndrome? How? It can't, because a syndrome is a group of diseases resulting from acquired immune deficiency.

A global human society, characterised by islands of wealth, surrounded by a sea of poverty, is unsustainable

None dare challenge me when i say i am an Afrikan.

The problem is not a lack of understanding of what we are saying and doing; the problem is difference of opinion about what to do.

Great poets are great copy editors.

Every teardrop that falls from your chin, God will catch in the palms of His hands!

I could have ended the war in a month. I could have made North Vietnam look like a mud puddle.

The engineer who counts cost as nothing as compared to the result, who holds himself above the consideration of dollars and cents, has missed his vocation.

It's disgusting, but my father taught me when your mouth gets dry, just suck the sweat out of your own jersey. There's no bravado to any of it; it's just a disgusting little trick.

The function of the painter is to render... the visible surface so that at a certain distance... and position it appears... like the body itself.

Man is dragged hither and thither, at one moment by the blind instincts of the forest, at the next by the strange intuitions of a higher self whose rationale he doubts and does not understand.

The simple tableau is so rich with meaning that whether represented on the mantelpiece or in the mind, it seems suspended, complete unto itself, somewhere in eternity.

The Gita is not an aphoristic work, it is a great religious poem.

One Way: Jesus! One Job: Evangelism!