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The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own. ↗

— Willa Cather

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Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact. ↗

— Willa Cather

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A work-room should be like an old shoe; no matter how shabby, it's better than a new one. ↗

— Willa Cather

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Every artist makes himself born. It is very much harder than the other time, and longer. ↗

— Willa Cather

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Sometimes I wonder why God ever trusts talent in the hands of women, they usually make such an infernal mess of it. I think He must do it as a sort of ghastly joke. ↗

— Willa Cather

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In such misfortunes my Mother was of an heroic spirit, in suffering patiently when there was no remedy, and being industrious where she thought she could help. ↗

— Margaret Cavendish

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Your wit makes others witty. ↗

— Catherine II

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An Indian's dress of deer skins, which is wet a hundred times upon his back, dries soft; and his lodge also, which stands in the rains, and even through the severity of winter, is taken down as soft and as clean as when it was first put up. ↗

— George Catlin

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I have, for many years past, contemplated the noble races of red men who are now spread over these trackless forests and boundless prairies, melting away at the approach of civilization. ↗

— George Catlin

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I think my worst nightmare is standing up in front of a group of people. ↗

— Emma Caulfield

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