The heart, when it is too much alive, aches for that brown earth, and ecstasy has no fear of death.
Willa CatherWhatever is felt upon the page without being specifically named there — that, one might say, is created.
Willa CatherThe sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world.
Willa CatherThey ravaged neither the rivers nor the forest, and if they irrigated, they took as little water as would serve their needs. The land and all that it bore they treated with consideration; not attempting to improve it, they never desecrated it.
Willa Cather