I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived. – Willa Cather
The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand. – Willa Cather

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived. – Willa Cather
The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand. – Willa Cather
That is happiness to be dissolved into something complete and great. – Willa Cather
The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is. – Willa Cather