Willa Cather, The Pioneer
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.
– Willa Cather
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Art, it seems to me, should simplify… finding what conventions of from and what detail one can do without and yet preserve the spirit of the whole – so that all that one has suppressed and cut away is there to the reader’s consciousness as much as if it were in type on the page.
– Willa Cather
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Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.
– Willa Cather
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I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
– Willa Cather
Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile his friends are everything.
– Willa Cather
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Personal hatred and family affection are not incompatible; they often flourish and grow strong together.
– Willa Cather
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Religion is different from everything else; because in religion seeking is finding.
– Willa Cather
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She should take any amount of trouble to avoid trouble.
– Willa Cather
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Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
– willa Cather
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There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.
– Willa Cather
The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman.
– Willa Cather
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The world has a habit of being in a bad way from time to time, and art has never contributed anything to help matters – except escape.
– Willa Cather
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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 this country, that have been singing the same fine notes over for thousands of years.
– Willa Cather
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.
~Willa Cather
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When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them as if their reason had left them. when it has left a place where we have always found it, it is like shipwreck; we drop from security into something malevolent and bottomless.
– Willa Cather
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Where there is great love, there are always miracles.
– Willa Cather
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