The test of one's decency is how much of a fight one can put up after one has … - Willa Cather

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History is the most aristocratic of all literary pursuits, because it obliges the historian to be rich as well as educated.

Willa Cather

The test of one's decency is how much of a fight one can put up after one has stopped caring, and after one has found out that one can never please the people they wanted to please.

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When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them as if their reason had left them. When it has left a place where we have always found it, it is like shipwreck; we drop from security into something malevolent and bottomless.

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