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Oh, the Germans classify, but the French arrange.

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Willa Cather
Age: 73 †
Born: 1873
Born: December 7
Died: 1947
Died: April 24
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Willa Sibert Cather
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Thirty or forty years ago, in one those grey towns along the Burlington railroad which are so much greyer to-day than they were then, there was a house well know from Omaha to Denver for its hospitality and for a certain charm of atmosphere.
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The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world.
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The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
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There seemed to be nothing to see no fences, no creeks or trees, no hills or fields. If there was a road, I could not make it out in the faint starlight. There was nothing but land: not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made.
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Art is a concrete and personal and rather childish thing after all - no matter what people do to graft it into science and make it sociological and psychological it is no good at all unless it is let alone to be itself - a game of make-believe, or re-production, very exciting and delightful to people who have an ear for it or an eye for it.
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I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon.
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Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?
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Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.
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A man long accustomed to admire his wife in general, seldom pauses to admire her in a particular gown or attitude, unless his attention is directed to her by the appreciative gaze of another man.
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An artist's saddest secrets are those that have to do with his artistry.
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How terrible it was to love people when you could not really share their lives!
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In Haverford on the Platte the townspeople still talk of Lucy Gayheart.
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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.
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Whatever is felt upon the page without being specifically named there — that, one might say, is created.
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For ever and anon the soul becomes weary of the conventions that are not of it, and with a single stroke shatters the civilized lies with which it is unable to cope, and the strong arm reaches out and takes by force what it cannot win by cunning.
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What if - what if Life itself were the sweetheart?
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Only a Woman, divine, could know all that a woman can suffer.
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The land belongs to the future.
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A work-room should be like an old shoe no matter how shabby, it's better than a new one.
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life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
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