Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop

The old man smiled. ‘I shall not die of a cold, my son. I shall die of having lived.

Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop

The old man smiled. ‘I shall not die of a cold, my son. I shall die of having lived.

Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop

The old man smiled. ‘I shall not die of a cold, my son. I shall die of having lived.