Some memories are realities and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again. 
Well, this I know: our best years are when we're working hardest and going right ahead when we can hardly see our way out. 
Only the stupid and the phlegmatic should teach. 
Miracles surround us at every turn, if we but sharpen our perceptions to them. 
Doctrine is well enough for the wise, Jean; but the miracle is something we can hold in our hands and love. 
But I can't help feeling scared when I think how I will miss you- more than you will ever know. 
Only a Woman, divine, could know all that a woman can suffer. 
A pioneer should have imagination, should be able to enjoy the idea of things more than the things themselves. 
He knew he would always remember her, standing there with that expectant, forward-looking smile, enough to turn the future into summer. 
William Tavener never heeded ominous forecasts in the domestic horizon, and he never looked for a storm until it broke. 
I only want impossible things," she said roughly. "The others don't interest me. 
The great fact was the land itself, which seemed to overwhelm the little beginnings of human society that struggled in its sombre wastes. 
I first met Myra Henshawe when I was fifteen, but I had known her about ever since I could remember anything at all. 
All Southern women wished of their menfolk was simply to be 'like Paris handsome and like Hector brave'. 
Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they are in love with somebody. 
The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand. 
This land was an enigma. It was like a horse that no one knows how to break to harness, that runs wild and kicks things to pieces. 
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. 
A burnt dog dreads the fire. 
Be generous with yourself. Don't stop short of splendid things. 
Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches. 
Youth, when it is hurt, likes to feel itself betrayed. 
It's all very well to tell us to forgive our enemies; our enemies can never hurt us very much. But oh, what about forgiving our friends? 
When people ask me if it has been a hard or easy road, I always answer with the same quotation, the end is nothing, the road is all.Willa Cather 
I had the sense of coming home to myself, and of having found out what a little circle man's experience is. 
Grandfather's farm sometime before daybreak, after 
A work-room should be like an old shoe; no matter how shabby, it's better than a new one. 
Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact. 
Some things are best learned in calm, others in storm. 
Things away from home often look better than they are. 
It takes a great deal of experience to become natural. 
The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself. 
We sat down and made a nest in the long red grass. Yulka curled up like a baby rabbit and played with a grasshopper 
Every artist makes himself born. It is very much harder than the other time, and longer. 
Personal life becomes paler as the imaginative life becomes richer. 
Prayers said by good people are always good prayers 
Pittsburgh was even more vital, more creative, more hungry for culture than New York. Pittsburgh was the birthplace of my writing. 
It was to him a very strange and perplexing place, where people wore fine clothes and had hard hearts. 
The only thing very noticeable about Nebraska was that it was still, all day long, Nebraska. 
Oh, that's the beauty of the rose, that it blossoms and dies. 
Art, it seems to me, should simplify. 
Whatever is felt upon the page without being specifically named there - that, it seems to me, is created. 
Loyal? As loyal as anyone who plays second fiddle ever is. 
People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find. 
Happy people do a great deal for their friends. 
What if - what if Life itself were the sweetheart? 
The old man smiled. 'I shall not die of a cold, my son. I shall die of having lived. 
I ain't got time to learn. I can work like mans now. 
What was any art but an effort to make a sheath, a mold in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself. 
The land belongs to the future. 
One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to be blown away. 
The end is nothing, the road is all 
Lena slipped her silk sleeves into the jacket I held for her, smoothed it over her person, and buttoned it slowly. 
I wondered if the life that was right for one was ever right for two! 
Because he talked so little, his words had a peculiar force; they were not worn dull from constant use. 
There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before. 
the miracle happened; one of those quiet moments that clutch the heart, and take more courage than the noisy, excited passages in life. 
It's by understanding me, and the boys, and mother, that you have helped me. I expect that is the only way one person ever really can help another. 
It is easy to pity when once one's vanity has been tickled. 
She was like someone in whom the faculty of becoming interested is worn out. 
prayed for the poor and destitute in great cities, where the struggle for life was harder than it was here with us. 
Her rapid footsteps shook her own floors, and she routed lassitude and indifference wherever she came. 
You might tell me next week, Miller, what you think science has done for us, besides making us very comfortable." As 
No nation has ever produced great art that has not made a high art of cookery, because art appeals primarily to the senses. 
Too much information is rather deadening. 
There is often a good deal of the child left in people who have had to grow up too soon. 
Don't love it so well, Clark, or it may be taken from you. Oh, dear boy, pray that whatever your sacrifice may be, it be not that. 
If there were no girls like them in the world, there would be no poetry 