True courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one.

Why must you speak your thoughts? Silence, if fair words stick in your throat, would serve all our ends better.

We are plain quiet folk, and I have no use for adventures. Nasty, disturbing, and uncomfortable things.

I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.

There is a place called ‘heaven’ where the good here unfinished is completed; and where the stories unwritten, and the hopes unfulfilled, are continued. We may laugh together yet.

I should have said Welsh has always attracted me. By its style and sound more than any other, ever though I first only saw it on coal trucks, I always wanted to know what it was about.

Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!" “But no living man am I!