There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before; like the larks in th… - Willa Cather

It does not matter much whom we live with in this world, but it matters a great deal whom we dream of.

They ravaged neither the rivers nor the forest, and if they irrigated, they took as little water as would serve their needs. The land and all that it bore they treated with consideration; not attempting to improve it, they never desecrated it.

"The man he was now, the personality his friends knew, had begun to grow strong during adolescence, during the years when he was always consciously or unconsciously conjugating the verb "to love" — in society and solitude, with people, with books, with the sky and open country, in the lonesomeness of crowded city streets."