A movement without vision would be a movement without moral foundation.

It enables me to go to bed with an enriching feeling in my soul and the belief that I am changing myself.

The first election in which all South Africans took part was in April, 1994. There were long queues [lines] of employers and employees, black and white. In the sense of Africans, Coloreds and Indians - when I talk about blacks, I mean those three. Blacks and whites mingled to vote without any hitches. Many people would have expected a great deal of tension, clashes and violence, but it did not occur.

I was generally busy from 7 A.M. until midnight. I never had time to sit and think. As I worked, physical and mental fatigue set in and I was unable to operate to the maximum of my intellectual ability. But in a single cell in prison, I had time to think. I had a clear view of my past and present, and I found that my past left much to be desired, both in regard to my relations with other humans and in developing personal worth.

I am the captain of my soul.

One of the things I learned when I was negotiating was that until I changed myself, I could not change others.

One cannot be prepared for something while secretly believing it will not happen.