That is happiness to be dissolved into something complete and great. – Willa Cather
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. – Willa Cather
That is happiness to be dissolved into something complete and great. – Willa Cather
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. – Willa Cather
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young. – Willa Cather