In Prison, Illusions Can Offer Comfort.

No Country Can Really Develop Unless Its Citizens Are Educated.

I Pay Tribute To The Endless Heroism Of Youth.

Poetry Cannot Block A Bullet Or Still A Sjambok, But It Can Bear Witness To Brutality-thereby Cultivating A Flower In A Graveyard.

Let There Be Justice For All. Let There Be Peace For All. Let There Be Work, Bread, Water And Salt For All. Let Each Know That For Each The Body, The Mind And The Soul Have Been Freed To Fulfill Themselves.

That Was One Of The Things That Worried Me – To Be Raised To The Position Of A Semi-god – Because Then You Are No Longer A Human Being. I Wanted To Be Known As Mandela, A Man With Weaknesses, Some Of Which Are Fundamental, And A Man Who Is Committed, But Never The Less, Sometimes He Fails To Live Up To Expectations.