“Well,” my father said to her, and looked at her. “Well,” my mother said to him, and looked at him. In that quietness they were speaking their own language, with their eyes, with the way they stood, with what they… — Richard Llewellyn Copy Share Image
“What is there, in the mention of Time To Come, that is so quick to wrench at the heart, to inflict a pain in… — Richard Llewellyn Copy Share Image
O, there is lovely to feel a book, a good book, firm in the hand, for its fatness holds rich promise, and you are… — Richard Llewellyn Copy Share Image
“I also have a world, is it? And I will have whoever I say to share it. Ivor it was, first, because I said… — Richard Llewellyn Copy Share Image
“How quiet is the house when the mistress has gone. You walk in, and the same smell is a comfort to you, the air… — Richard Llewellyn Copy Share Image
“Never mind what you feel. Think. Watch. Think again. And then one step at a time to put things right. As a mason puts… — Richard Llewellyn Copy Share Image
“There is no room for pride in any man. There is no room for unkindness. There is no room for wit at the expense… — Richard Llewellyn Copy Share Image
“It hurt to think that a boy would not have him at his value of himself.” — Richard Llewellyn Copy Share Image
“For as men have fists and heads to defend themselves, so women have a gentleness of silence about them, a barrier built of things… — Richard Llewellyn Copy Share Image
“The evil that is in Man comes of sluggish minds...for sluggards cannot think, and will not...Send upon us thy flames that we may be… — Richard Llewellyn Copy Share Image
“English grammar and composition is difficult even for the English, but worse and worse for a Welsh boy. He speaks, reads, writes, and he… — Richard Llewellyn Copy Share Image
