In little towns, lives roll along so close to one another; loves and hates beat about, their wings almost touching.

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

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.

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

After all, the supreme virtue in all art is soul, perhaps it is the only thing which gives art a right to be.

People always think the bread of another country is better than their own.

To note an artist's limitations is but to define his talent. A reporter can write equally well about everything that is presented to his view, but a creative writer can do his best only with what lies within the range and character of his deepest sympathies.