Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. – Willa Cather
No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person. – Willa Cather

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. – Willa Cather
No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person. – 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