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The urge to get out and go it alone must be strong in most people, for the spirit of man answers to the blood of his ancestors.
R. M. Williams
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My father had hands like a giant. As a child I had small slender fingers, and it was my ambition to develop hands like my father’s. Artists have lately expressed the wish to paint my hands, so somewhere along the way I must have achieved my wish.
R. M. Williams
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When you're living in the bush as a child, there's no television or no telephone…
R. M. Williams
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I have seen lightning light fires in the long grass ahead of me as I have ridden. No wonder the Aborigines tremble when the sky rumbles!
R. M. Williams
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My book on leather-plaiting, first prepared more than fifty years ago, has been circulating in increasing numbers and many enthusiasts have come to me personally to have the knots demonstrated when they have found it difficult to learn from diagrams. I feel guilty that very little of the knowledge accumulated through a lifetime is in print, especially some of the more intricate knots which I find hard to illustrate.
R. M. Williams
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There were blacksmith shops on every corner, something like petrol stations now.
R. M. Williams
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The adventure that might be encountered in any life that keeps as guidelines the rules governing the human spirit.
R. M. Williams
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We finished up making a pair of boots and they were quite unique…
R. M. Williams
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I'd like to be remembered as somebody who set out to raise a family and pay my debts and stay within all the limits of acceptable society and still make some success.
R. M. Williams
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We finished up making a pair of boots and they were quite unique, but the fact that they were unique, one piece of leather moulded to make a boot, instead of a lot of pieces, took the imagination of the bush people and they became very popular with the bushmen who liked the idea of bush boots being made by a bushman for bushmen. It took on and, you know, from that there's been a million pairs sold or more, eh?
R. M. Williams
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My father’s people were Welsh, and the oppression of the burdened miners also shaped my genes.
R. M. Williams
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Don’t make your story too big. I don’t want you big-noting me.
R. M. Williams
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It's a long hard struggle from nothing to something if you're starting off with nothing, especially if you're raising a family.
R. M. Williams
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It was the horse and buggy days... horses were our life.
R. M. Williams
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I’ve got to go and check my stock.
R. M. Williams
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We're slightly more honest, we're a little more honourable, I hope, and we have a national feeling of pride in being Australians…
R. M. Williams
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My father was a horsemen and had to supply teams to the people who work the agricultural areas, wool and that sort of thing so horses were our life.
R. M. Williams
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A man must look to the muddy pit wherefrom was taken the clay that moulds him.
R. M. Williams
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In this world of opportunity every youngster today could get employment if he or she learned some specialized trade, some skill, some ability.
R. M. Williams
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In a world that is supposedly over-producing I find that good of the better class are still in short supply…
R. M. Williams
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We are sculptures in the making…
R. M. Williams
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Expediency has marked the road down which I have walked to dubious success, and always the pirate, the rebel, has shouted his advice over my shoulder while the faintest of lights pointed out a dim way.
R. M. Williams
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[In Adelaide] I was born here on 24 May 1908, in the coldest part of the State, at the start of a particularly cold winter that registered ten heavy snowfalls between June and September.
R. M. Williams
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More than half of the world’s population, struggle for food – but we expect privilege.
R. M. Williams
