“Montaigne says somewhere that in early youth the joy of life lies in the feet.” — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
If youth did not matter so much to itself, it would never have the heart to go on. — 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
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
When we look back, the only things we cherish are those which in some way met our original want; the desire which… — 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 man he was now, the personality his friends knew, had begun to grow strong during adolescence, during the years when he… — 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
