Whatever is felt upon the page without being specifically named there - that, one might say, is created. It is the inexplicable… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The great pines stand at a considerable distance from each other. Each tree grows alone, murmurs alone, thinks alone. They do notintrude… — 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
There is something frank and joyous and young in the open face of the country. It gives itself ungrudgingly to the moods… — 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
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
If you love the good thing vitally, enough to give up for it all that one must give up, then you must… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
If [the writer] achieves anything noble, anything enduring, it must be by giving himself absolutely to his material. And this gift of… — 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