South Africa is not a jellyfish and is in many respects a swordfish.

Nelson Mandela can rot in prison until he dies or I die, whichever takes longer.

I am sick and tired of the hollow parrot-cry of "Apartheid!" I've said many times that the word "Apartheid" means good neighbourliness.

Most blacks are happy, except those who have had other ideas pushed into their ears.

The idea of an Afrikaner people as a cultural entity and religious group with a special language will be retained in South Africa as long as civilisation stands.

I want to warn young people who lend their ears to radicals and who play around with the music from Lusaka - they will end up inside the bear's fur coat, but they will no longer be able to live.

I am not against the provision of the necessary medical assistance to Coloured and natives, because, unless they receive that medical aid, they become a source of danger to the European community.

We do not want chaos in South Africa.

Our history is responsible for the differences in the South African way of life.

The free world wants to feed South Africa to the Red Crocodile [communism], to appease its hunger.

The people who are opposing the policy of apartheid have not the courage of their convictions. They do not marry non-Europeans.

It seems to me that God would not have endowed us with a mind and a sense of curiosity if he did not mean for us to use it.

I do respond well to a director, a teacher - someone who doesn't accept mediocrity.

It certainly changes your life. So that may be a cliché, but I think any woman would say that [day when her baby born] would have been the most special day of their life.

Spurs haven't got the funds they need so success has to be achieved gradually.

It's a long, hard, difficult process to make it to a national championship.

The way I choose parts is I look at the scripts... I choose a part by whether or not it challenges me.

Garan snorted. "Now that we know about his indigestion, we can torture him with cake.

Experience teaches us, but we scarcely know what.

God bears with the wicked, but not forever.

This book, "Speaking Freely," starts when I came to New York. And the first chapter is about a man who became a friend of mine, much to our mutual surprise, Malcolm X.