Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. – Willa Cather
It does not matter much whom we live with in this world, but it matters a great deal whom we dream of. – Willa Cather
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. – Willa Cather
It does not matter much whom we live with in this world, but it matters a great deal whom we dream of. – 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