There is not substantial data that AZT stops the transmission of HIV from mother to child. There is too much conflicting data to make concrete policy.

I can't stop working. The health of the nation depends on it.

Raw garlic and a skin of the lemon - not only do they give you a beautiful face and skin but they also protect you from disease.

I think garlic is absolutely critical. Lemon is absolutely critical to boost the immune system. Olive oil is absolutely critical ... just one teaspoon, it will last the whole month.

We (the ANC government) have no plans to introduce the wholesale administration of these drugs in the public sector. ARVs are not a cure for Aids.

Beetroot, garlic, lemon ... and buy a bottle of olive oil. All these things are very critical.

Today I want to dispel this myth, because it is absolutely not true .[ that ARV's work ] The pharmaceutical industry and those who have a vested interest in the drug industry fuels this propaganda.

I don't know how many [South Africans] with HIV would want to take anti-retrovirals.

South Africa is the only country in the world who gives AZT to health workers for needle-stick injuries. It's very doubtful that we're doing the right thing.

The fact is that some of the mice [tested on with AZT] have contracted cancer. It attacks bone marrow. It is very toxic.

We often don't realize the passing of years until we see them in a child.

Art needs no victory because it is already the victory of the meticulous mind!

Happiness is a beautiful smile.

The only reason you say that race was not an issue is because you wish it was not. We all wish it was not. But it’s a lie. I came from a country where race was not an issue

Miracle centered gospel has reduced Christian significance and essence.

Half of architecture students are women, and you see respected, established female architects all the time.

I cannot explain it; but when difficulties arise, I am not perplexed or doubtful. I know how to meet them.

Never give up. If you don’t give up, you will get there in the end.

What you take to be hyprocrisy is sometimes a certain caution, sometimes genuine, though ponderous, childish, sometimes a mixture of both.

Nobody knew my rose of the world but me... I had too much glory. They don't want glory like that in nobody's heart