The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own. - Willa Cather 3 Share Now -
What was any art but a mould 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 4 Share Now -
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. - Willa Cather 5 Share Now -
Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything. - Willa Cather 7 Share Now -
Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything. - Willa Cather 8 Share Now -
The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is. - Willa Cather 10 Share Now -
