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

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
Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything. – Willa Cather