Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
1918 My Antonia, bk.2, ch.7.
Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness.Willa Sibert Cather
The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman.Willa Sibert Cather
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.Willa Sibert Cather
The dead might as well speak to the living as the old to the young.Willa Sibert Cather
Oh, the Germans classify, but the French arrange.Willa Sibert Cather
The irregularand intimate qualityof things made entirely by the human hand.Willa Sibert Cather
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 Sibert Cather
Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.Willa Sibert Cather
Every fine story must leave in the mind of the sensitive reader an intangible residuum of pleasure, a cadence, a quality of voice that is exclusively the writer's own, individual, unique.Willa Sibert Cather
When it has left a place where we have always found it, it is like shipwreck; we drop from security into something malevolent and bottomless.Willa Sibert Cather