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  • Sometimes a neighbor whom we have disliked a lifetime for his arrogance and conceit lets fall a single commonplace remark that shows us another side, another man, really; a man uncertain, and puzzled, and in the dark like ourselves.
    (Willa Cather)

  • All the intelligence and talent in the world can't make a singer. The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity. It is a sport, like the silver fox. It happens.
    (Willa Cather)

  • Sometimes I wonder why God ever trusts talent in the hands of women, they usually make such an infernal mess of it. I think He must do it as a sort of ghastly joke.
    (Willa Cather)

  • The condition every art requires is, not so much freedom from restriction, as freedom from adulteration and from the intrusion of foreign matter.
    (Willa Cather)

  • No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person.
    (Willa Cather)


  • One cannot divine nor forecast the conditions that will make happiness one only stumbles upon them by chance, in a lucky hour, at the world's end somewhere, and hold fast to the days, as to fortune or fame.
    (Willa Cather)

  • Ugly accidents happen . . . always have and always will. But the failures are swept back into the pile and forgotten. They dont leave any lasting scar in the world, and they dont affect the future. The things that last are the good things. The people who forge ahead and do something, they really count.
    (Willa Cather)

  • Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
    (Willa Cather)

  • Human love was a wonderful thing, he told himself, and it was most wonderful where it had least to gain.
    (Willa Cather)

  • To note an artist's limitations is but to define his talent. A reporter can write equally well about everything that is presented to his view, but a creative writer can do his best only with what lies within the range and character of his deepest sympathies.
    (Willa Cather)

  • 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)

  • Where there is great love, there are always wishes.
    (Willa Cather)

  • We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on a cigar-box lid.
    (Willa Cather)

  • Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.
    (Willa Cather)

  • Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.
    (Willa Cather)


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