“As I looked about me I felt that the grass was the country, as the water is the sea. The red of… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Just like the sun coming up yonder out of the sea, pushing rays of light ahead of it.” — Esther Forbes Copy Share Image
