“Sing, then. Sing, indeed, with shoulders back, and head up so that song might go to the roof and beyond to the sky. Mass on mass of tone, with a hard edge, and rich with quality, every single note a… — Richard Llewellyn Copy Share Image
Everywhere was singing, all over the house was singing, and outside the house was alive with singing, and the very air was song. — 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 the senses that is like the run of a sword, I wonder. Perhaps we feel our youngness taken from us without the soothe of sliding years, and the pains of age that come to stand unseen… — Richard Llewellyn Copy Share
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
