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 stupid believe that to be truthful is easy only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is. – Willa Cather
He had the uneasy manner of a man who is not among his own kind, and who has not seen enough of the world to feel that all people are in some sense his own kind. – Willa Cather
What was any art but a mold in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself — life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose. – Willa Cather