What was any art but an effort to make a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself — life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose?


Part IV, Ch. 3 - The Song of the Lark (1915)

Willa Cather Quotes

What was any art but an effort to make a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself — life ...

What was any art but an effort to make a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself — life ...

What was any art but an effort to make a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself — life ...

What was any art but an effort to make a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself — life ...