Quotes from Gwyn Thomas

Once you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet through hill-top grass and smelt the earth made ready for the seed, you are never again going to be fully happy about the cities and towns that man carries like a crippling weight upon his back.

But the beauty is in the walking -- we are betrayed by destinations.

Also, Emmanuel had a mop of snowy hair and a pure, remote look. These features helped him a lot in his work. Whatever you say it is bound to sound fuller and wiser if it is said beneath a layer of white hair. And with a pure look in a world running so much to dirt and antics whose trade mark is a blush, you can often make a whole career without ever bothering to open your mouth except to eat.

Whenever there was an upheaval in some foreign land, there would be a procession of refugees from that land filing through Emmanuel's pulpit, with quivers full of piety, singing ballads of a sad and lowering sort like 'Russia, Holy Russia, I will die to set you free', and telling a sackful of stories about their narrow escape from the grip of the half-dozen or so godless persecutors who were at the bottom of all this trouble.

In a world so full of men who hurt the truth and get paid at so much for every groan we hear coming from it, it is a pleasant and dignified thing to spend some time at home making your very own lies for your very own bemusement.

I remember those happy days and often wish I could speak into the ears of the dead the gratitude which was due to them in life and so ill-returned.

The beauty is in the walking -- we are betrayed by destinations.