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 - In Art
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I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.
- Willa Cather - In Mortality
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Where there is great love, there are always wishes.
- Willa Cather - In Love
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Worlds can be found by a child and an adult bending down and looking together under the grass stems or at the skittering crabs in a tidal pool.
- Mary Catherine Bateson - In Nature
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I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
- Willa Cather - In Nature
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