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

— Richard Llewellyn

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

— Richard Llewellyn

Before you are much older...you will have policemen here to stay. A magistrate will be next. Then perhaps even a jail. And the counterparts of those things are hunger and want, and misery and idleness. The night is coming. Watch and pray.

— Richard Llewellyn

But even of him I can think of with sorrow, now at this moment. Those times, those people...have gone. How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust.

— Richard Llewellyn

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.

— Richard Llewellyn

Dear little house that I have lived in, there is happiness you have seen, even before I was born. In you is my life, and all the people I have loved are a part of you, so to go out of you, and leave you, is to leave myself.

— Richard Llewellyn

For as men have fists and heads to defend themselves, so women have a gentleness of silence about them, a barrier built of things of the spirit, of pain, of quiet, of helplessness, of grace, of all that is beautiful and womanly an equal part, given to them because they are women in defense of their homeyness. And this barrier a man will find against him to turn aside his male attack, keep his arms pinned, stop his mouth, cool his eyes, reduce his heat and restrain his idle imaginings. This barrier it is that women who are women always keep at a height, coming from behind it only when, with knowledge and in light, they trust. You shall see it in their eyes.

— Richard Llewellyn

For it is discomfort's own essence to be near a man and to feel him in torture of misery, to feel with him the very pain of the misery, and yet to be unable to help.

— Richard Llewellyn

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

— Richard Llewellyn

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

— Richard Llewellyn