There are very few institutions that give prizes to people who may not have got to be number one, but are possibly better at coaxing the best out of others.

In the land of my birth I cannot vote, whereas a young person of eighteen can vote. And why? Because he or she possesses that wonderful biological attribute - a white skin.

I am human because I belong, I participate, I share.

When God grabs you by the scruff of the neck then although theoretically you have a freedom to say 'no', in another sense, actually, you can't say no because it's like Jeremiah. 'God, you have cheated me. You called me to be a prophet against the people that I love, and all that I proclaim is words of doom and judgement.' And yet if I say "I will shut up", I can't.

You think sometimes that maybe if the person who hurt you is clobbered you will feel a little better. But it actually doesn't.

Serve others. The failing recipe for happiness and success is to want the good of others.

I am not interested in picking up crumbs of compassion thrown from the table of someone who considers himself my master. I want the full menu of rights.