I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived. – Willa Cather
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young. – Willa Cather
I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived. – Willa Cather
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young. – Willa Cather
The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand. – 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