I have always endeavoured to listen to what each and every person in a discussion had to say before venturing my own opinion.

There are many people who have worked just because they love the community in which they are in, without expecting any financial consideration.

There are few misfortunes in this world that you cannot turn into a personal trimuph if you have the iron will and the neccessary skill.

I told my cellmates about the oppression of the whites and apartheid. I helped organize hunger strikes and the like in my prison.

This must be a world of democracy and respect for human rights, a world freed from the horrors of poverty, hunger, deprivation and ignorance, relieved of the threat and the scourge of civil wars and external aggression and unburdened of the great tragedy of millions forced to become refugees.

The true character of a society is revealed in how it treats its children.

The suffering inflicted, and more often than not on the most vulnerable sectors of society, demeans all of us as humanity. That it is invariably women, children, the aged and disabled who suffer in these conflicts stands to the added shame of humankind.