I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
Willa Cather
The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world.
Willa Cather
Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
Willa Cather
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
Willa Cather