As he looked out and saw the grey landscape through the gently falling snow, he could not help thinking how much better it would be if people could g… - Willa Cather

THERE was a curious social situation in Black Hawk. All the young men felt the attraction of the fine, well-set-up country girls who had come to town to earn a living, and, in nearly every case, to help the father struggle out of debt, or to make it possible for the younger children of the family to go to school.

Either a building is part of a place or it is not. Once that kinship is there, time will only make it stronger.

Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.