Willa Cather Quotes

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.

No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person.

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

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.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.