We live in the real world - we live within a certain history of the plague that has landed on us.

There is only one home to the life of a river-mussel; there is only one home to the life of a tortoise; there is only one shell to the soul of man: there is only one world to the spirit of our race. If that world leaves its course and smashes on boulders of the great void, whose world will give us shelter?

I found, when I left, that there were others who felt the same way. We'd meet, they'd come and seek me out, we'd talk about the future. And I found that their depression and pessimism was every bit as acute as mine.

I have no money to give to you but I have ideas and organizational capacity.

Each time I think Ive created time for myself, along comes a throwback to disrupt my private space.

History teaches us to beware of the excitation of the liberated and the injustices that often accompany their righteous thirst for justice.

I never hesitated, as a student, in embracing the necessity of violence. In South Africa, I didn't just accept it; I looked forward to it as a mission.