“Beautiful surroundings, the society of learned men, the charm of noble women, the graces of art, could not make up for the… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The condition every art requires is, not so much freedom from restriction, as freedom from adulteration and from the intrusion of foreign… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness? — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Many people seem to think that art is a luxury to be imported and tacked on to life. Art springs out of… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The revolt against individualism naturally calls artists severely to account, because the artist is of all men the most individual; those who… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
[Some] people really expect the passion of love to fill and gratify every need of life, whereas nature only intended that it… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
To note an artist's limitations is but to define his talent. A reporter can write equally well about everything that is presented… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“...she sat down at the piano and began to run over the first act of the Walkure, the last of his roles… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Writing ought either to be the manufacture of stories for which there is a market demand - a business as safe and… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Every artist makes herself born. You must bring the artist into the world yourself. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
No nation has ever produced great art that has not made a high art of cookery, because art appeals primarily to the… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
After all, the supreme virtue in all art is soul, perhaps it is the only thing which gives art a right to… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. The stupid believe that to be… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Art is a concrete and personal and rather childish thing after all - no matter what people do to graft it into… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
An artist's saddest secrets are those that have to do with his artistry. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Every artist makes himself born. It is very much harder than the other time, and longer. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The supreme virtue in art is soul, perhaps it is the only thing which gives it the right to be. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Of course Nebraska is a storehouse of literary material. Everywhere is a storehouse of literary material. If a true artist were born… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Art and religion -they are the same thing, in the end, of course- have given man the only happiness he has ever… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Every artist knows that there is no such thing as "freedom" in art. The first thing an artist does when he begins… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Success is less interesting than struggle. There is great pleasure in the effort. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“I only knew the schoolbooks said he "died in the wilderness, of a broken heart." "More than him has done that," said Antonia sadly,… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Have the last word ma'm," he said cheerfully. "It's a lady's privilege.” — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
"More than him has done that," said Antonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Nothing mattered ... but writing books, and living the kind of life that made it possible to write them. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Money and office and success are the consolations of impotence. Fortune turns kind to such solid people and lets them suck their bone in… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
But she still had that something which fires the imagination, could still stop one's breath for a moment by a look or gesture that… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“You remember how homesick I used to get, and what long talks we used to have coming from school? We've someway always felt alike… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“He placed this book in my grandmother's hands, looked at her entreatingly, and said, with an earnestness which I shall never forget, "Te-e-ach, te-e-ach… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The sincerity of feeling that is possible between a writer and a reader is one of the finest things I know. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image