You could not claim for yourself that which you were not prepared to grant others.

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.

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

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

Unless social sciences can be as creative as natural science, our new tools are not likely to be of much use to us.

Now I knew that if that's how the devil looks, I wanted to go straight to hell.

Our hair points to the sky, the place we'd rather be....

I have also been touched by the dark side of power and leadership.

Work hard, have fun and make history.

People are really concerned about my relationship status. When I tell people I'm happy being single, they don't believe me. They say: 'You have to be miserable being alone'.

Every time I have a political rally I meet some people who say, "I need a job."

Moshe Dayan, who donated his eye to CBS. Never got a dinner!

Times have changed; so must the lenses through which we see the political future.

Ere, in the northern gale, The summer tresses of the trees are gone, The woods of Autumn, all around our vale, Have put their glory on.