The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
Willa CatherShe had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last.
Willa CatherOld men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they are in love with somebody.
Willa Cather