Old people, who have felt blows and toil and known the world's hard hand, need, even more than children do, a woman's tenderness. - Willa Cather

The world there was the flat world of the ancients; to the east, a cornfield that stretched to daybreak; to the west, a corral that reached to the sunset; between, the conquests of peace, dearer-bought than those of war.

Doctrine is well enough for the wise, Jean; but the miracle is something we can hold in our hands and love.

As I looked about me I felt that the grass was the country, as the water is the sea. The red of the grass made all the great prairie the colour of winestains, or of certain seaweeds when they are first washed up. And there was so much motion in it; the whole country seemed, somehow, to be running.