I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived. – Willa Cather
There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before. – Willa Cather

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived. – Willa Cather
There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before. – Willa Cather
The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand. – Willa Cather
No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person. – Willa Cather