Quotes from Richard Llewellyn

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

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.

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.

Let all things be done in order, with right and decency. Those things are worth a man's life or two. Life without would be a hell, indeed.

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

There is no room for pride in any man. There is no room for unkindness. There is no room for wit at the expense of others. All men are born the same, and equal. As you saw to-day, so come the Captains and the Kings and the Tinkers and the Tailors.

There is good a cup of tea is when you are feeling low. Thin, and plenty of milk, and brown sugar in the crystal, in a big cup so that when your mouth is used to the heat you can drink instead of sipping. Every part of you inside you that seems to have gone to sleep comes lively again. A good friend of mine is a cup of tea, indeed. When

The rights of man are poor things beside the eyes of hungry children. Their hurts are keener than the soreness of injustice.

Foolish is the mind of a man to make bogeys for itself and to live in terrors of fear for things which lack of the substance of truth.

What is ordinary to you may be a desert of woeful newness to another.

Happy we were the, for we had a good house, and good food and good work.

As your father keeps clean his lamp to have good light, so keep clean your spirit.

Oh 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.

And under my breath I was telling it to hisht and for shame, and if I had known any swearing I would have had that in, too.

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.

My business is anything that comes between men and the Spirit of God.

my father often stopped to breathe in, for he had told me time and time again that trouble will not stop in a man whose lungs are filled with fresh air.

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.

Happy we were then, for we had a good house, and good food, and good work.

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

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 burnt of dead thoughts, even as we burn dead grass...make us see.

F]or there are times when bed is the only place on earth where peace is to be had, and that was one of them.

In dignity and harmony, in rich beauty rose their voices now employed in noble purpose. Glorious is the Voice of Man, and sweet is the music of the harp.

It is strange that the mind will forget so much, and yet hold a picture of flowers that have been dead for thirty years or more...