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

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
There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm. – Willa Cather
No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person. – Willa Cather