“What was any art but 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.Quote by Willa CatherTopics: Quotes about Willa CatherShare on:FacebookPinterestWhatsApp
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