Whenever I saw her come up the furrow, shouting to her beasts, sunburned, sweaty, her dress open at the neck, and her throat and chest dust-plastered… - Willa Cather

The spark in his eye, which is one's very self, caught the spark in hers that was herself, and for a moment they looked into each other's natures.

One might almost say that an apparition is human vision corrected by divine love. I do not see you as you really are, Joseph; I see you through my affection for you. The Miracles of the Church seem to me not to rest so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.

We come and go, but the land is always here. And the people who love it and understand it are the people who own it — for a little while.