Quotes By Willa Cather

Sometimes a neighbor whom we have disliked a lifetime for his arrogance and conceit lets fall a single commonplace remark that shows us another side, another man, really; a man uncertain, and puzzled, and in the dark like ourselves.

What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.

Desire is creation, is the magical element in that process. If there were an instrument by which to measure desire, one could foretell achievement.

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.