Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.

God in the whizzing of a pleasant wind Shall march upon the tops of mulberry trees.

Live or die, sink or swim.

My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's curse, They that do change old love for new, Pray gods, they change for worse!

His golden locks Time hath to silver turned, O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing! His youth 'gainst Time and Age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain! Youth waneth by increasing.

Fair maid, white and red, Comb me smooth, and stroke my head; And every hair a sheave shall be, And every sheave a golden tree.

Parish me no parishes.

Westward Ho!

The finest fury is the most controlled.

Empathy is a creative act. It is the act of imagining ourselves not only in another's shoes, but perhaps inhabiting their very heart and soul.

Compassion comes from a choice and not the liberal definition of a choice - the choice to say I can do with a little less so my brother can have a little more.

One should always sleep in all of one's guest beds, to make sure that they are comfortable.

We are a blessed people and, with God s guidance, our smiles might even become laughter in the not too distant future.

I don't think where people come from is that important. It doesn't matter if you come from reality TV. The question is whether you can inspire people.

I want to warn young people who lend their ears to radicals and who play around with the music from Lusaka - they will end up inside the bear's fur coat, but they will no longer be able to live.

I'd wake up in the morning and I would think, 'Where am I?' I'd have to gather myself.

Rather than a big figure, I guess you could say I'm more of an influential minority symbol.