Willa Cather

“The forest rose about this open glade like an amphitheatre, in golden terraces of horsechestnut and beech. The big nuts dropped velvety…

— Willa Cather

“Doctrine is well enough for the wise, Jean; but the miracle is something we can hold in our hands and love.”

— Willa Cather

“Nothing is far and nothing is near, if one desires. The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There…

— Willa Cather

Art and religion -they are the same thing, in the end, of course- have given man the only happiness he has ever…

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Merely having seen the season change in a country gave one the sense of having been there for a long time.

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“To be sure, the Bishop was a little theatrical in his humility, as he had been in his grandeur; but that was…

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“Women ought to be religious; faith was the natural fragrance of their minds. The more incredible the things they believed, the more…

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The great fact was the land itself, which seemed to overwhelm the little beginnings of human society that struggled in its sombre…

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Every artist knows that there is no such thing as "freedom" in art. The first thing an artist does when he begins…

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Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.

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“While the train flashed through never-ending miles of ripe wheat, by country towns and bright-flowered pastures and oak groves wilting in the…

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“But she's the kind that won't be downed easily. She'll work all day and go to a Bohemian wedding and dance all…

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No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person. Two people, when they love each other, grow alike in…

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“The wild roses were wide open and brilliant, the blue-eyed grass was in purple flower, and the silvery milkweed was just coming…

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“What was any art but a mold to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself- life hurrying…

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“He's made himself a rabbit-skin cap, Jim, and a rabbit-skin collar that he buttons on outside his coat. They ain't got but…

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“Ah, he thought, for one who cannot read--or think--the Image, the physical form of Love!”

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What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself…

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What if - what if Life itself were the sweetheart?

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The earth was warm under me, and warm as I crumbled it through my fingers...I kept as still as I could. Nothing…

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“She had felt as if her heart were hiding down there, somewhere, with the quail and the plover and all the little…

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Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious,…

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“Nothing is far and nothing is near, if one desires. The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There…

— Willa Cather

In a few hours one could cover that incalculable distance; from the winter country and homely neighbours, to the city where the…

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“since I’ve been away, I think of you more often than of anyone else in this part of the world. I’d have…

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