Poor Wales. So far from Heaven, so close to England.

Forget the threat of Hell's infernal flames. The true torture would condemn a man to wait and wait and wait - for an eternity

A cynic who was still saddened whenever his jaundiced view of mankind was confirmed.

…she remembered watching a summer sunset from this very spot. Not so long ago; just a lifetime.

Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.

For every wound, the ointment of time.

There is nothing worse than an enemy with imagination.