Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The world is always full of brilliant youth which fades into grey and embittered middle age: the first flowering takes everything. The… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The trouble is you almost have to marry a man before you can find out the sort of wife he needs; and… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
A man long accustomed to admire his wife in general, seldom pauses to admire her in a particular gown or attitude, unless… — 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
Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they are in love with somebody. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Alcohol is perfectly consistent in its effects upon man. Drunkenness is merely an exaggeration. A foolish man drunk becomes maudlin; a bloody… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
A soup like this is not the work of one man. It is the result of a constantly refined tradition. There are… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
In New Mexico, he always awoke a young man, not until he arose and began to shave did he realize that he… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
To fulfil the dreams of one's youth; that is the best that can happen to a man. No worldly success can take… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
On the farm the weather was the great fact, and men's affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the… — 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
Late one brilliant April afternoon Professor Lucius Wilson stood at the head of Chestnut Street, looking about him with the pleased air… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
[Mark Twain] is still the rough, awkward, good-natured boy who swore at the deck hands when he was three years old. Thoroughly… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Dr. Howard Archie had just come up from a game of pool with the Jewish clothier and two traveling men who happened… — 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