Richard Llewellyn quotes:

There is beautiful you are.No, said Marged, between a sigh and a sob.Yes, said Owen.No, said Marged, not so certain.Behold, Owen said, from Solomonthou art fair. Thou hast dove's eyes.Dove's eyes are small. Marged said.Yours are so big they are my whole world, said Owen.

You know your Bible too well and life too little.

Prayer is only another name for good, clean, direct thinking. When you pray, think well what you are saying, and make your thoughts into things that are solid. In that manner, your prayer will have strength, and that strength shall become part of you, mind, body, and spirit.

Glorious is the Voice of Man, and sweet is the music of the harp.

Yet Conscience is a nobleman, the best in us, and a friend.

A man will will never know a woman until he knows her work.

There is silly are people. You must suffer, or cause others to suffer, before you will have respect of one kind or the other from themI will not stand to be looked at by anybody, especially when the looking is done with wrong thinking.

I wonder is happiness only an essence of good living, that you shall taste only once or twice while you live, and then go on living with the taste in your mouth, and wishing you had the fullness of it solid between your teeth, like a good meal that you have tasted and cherished and look back in your mind to eat again.

Let the Unions become engines for the working people to right their wrongs. Not benefit societies, or burial clubs. Let the Unions become civilian regiments to fight in the cause of the people.

It is strange how loud little sounds become when you are in the dark and doing something wrong.

But I was born in the image of God, a man, a creator, with power of life and death, a father, blessed with the gift of the seed of Adam, a sower of seed, to bring forth generations of new life.This I was, and envying a kettle.

The beauty and music...It is a call...And some are not strong.

There is silly are people. You must suffer, or cause others to suffer, before you will have respect of one kind or the other from them...I will not stand to be looked at by anybody, especially when the looking is done with wrong thinking.

O, blackberry tart, with berries as big as your thumb, purple and black, and thick with juice, and a crust to endear them that will go to cream in your mouth, and both passing down with such a taste that will make you close your eyes and wish you might live forever in the wideness of that rich moment.

I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.

O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.

Strange that only a little problem of your own will take your mind far from a tragedy belonging to others.

O, there is lovely to feel a book, a good book, firm in the hand, for its fatness holds rich promise, and you are hot inside to think of good hours to come.

In that quietness they were speaking their own language, with their eyes, with the way they stood, with what they put into the air about them, each knowing what the other was saying, and having strength one from the other, for they had been learning through forty years of being together, and their minds were one.

Women have their own braveries, their own mighty courageousness that is of woman, and not to be compared with the courage shown by man.

The man who goes to the top is the man who has something to say and says it when circumstances warrant. Men who keep silent underdressed are moral cowards.

Why is it, I wonder, that people suffer, when there is so little need, when an effort of will and some hard work would bring them from their misery into peace and contentment.

It is strange how you shall hate a man, and yet pity him from the depths.

But you have gone now, all of you that were so beautiful when you were quick with life. Yet not gone, for you are still a living truth inside my mind. So how are you dead, my brothers and sisters, and all of you , when you live with me as surely as I live with myself.

Everywhere was singing, all over the house was singing, and outside the house was alive with singing, and the very air was song.

How green was my valley then, and the valley of them that have gone.

I saw behind me those who had gone, and before me those who are to come. I looked back and saw my father, and his father, and all our fathers, and in front to see my son, and his son, and the sons upon sons beyond. And their eyes were my eyes.

Men lose their birthrights for a mess of pottage only if they stop using the gifts given them by God for their betterment. By prayer. That is the first and greatest gift. Use the gift of prayer. Ask for strength of mind, and a clear vision. Then sense. Use your sense. "¦ Think long and well. By prayer and good thought you will conquer all enemies.

There is beautiful you are." "No," said Marged, between a sigh and a sob. "Yes," said Owen. "No," said Marged, not so certain. "Behold," Owen said, from Solomon. "thou art fair. Thou hast dove's eyes." "Dove's eyes are small." Marged said. "Yours are so big they are my whole world," said Owen.

There is no fence or hedge round time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough.

Though neither happiness nor respect are worth anything, because unless both are coming from the truest motives, they are simply deceits. A successful man earns the respect of the world never mind what is the state of his mind, or his manner of earning. So what is the good of such respect, and how happy will such a man be in himself? And if he is what passes for happy, such a state is lower than the self-content of the meanest animal.

You will only learn in a fight how much you've got to learn.