The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
Willa CatherParis is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.
Willa CatherIn little towns, lives roll along so close to one another; loves and hates beat about, their wings almost touching.
Willa CatherMen are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones. They begin to tell you what's sensible and what's foolish, and want you to stick at home all the time. I prefer to be foolish when I feel like it, and be accountable to nobody.
Willa Cather