I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived. – Willa Cather
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. – Willa Cather
I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived. – Willa Cather
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. – Willa Cather
The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world. – Willa Cather