Quotes from Elinore Pruitt Stewart

When we become sorry for ourselves we make our misfortunes harder to bear, because we lose courage and can't think without bias.

One polite fellow asked her where she was from. She told him from New York State. Why, he asked, do New Yorkers always say State? Why, because, she answered,—and her eyes were big with surprise,—no one would want to say they were from New York City.

Of course I am extra strong, but those who try know that strength and knowledge come with doing. I just love to experiment, to work, and to prove out things, so that ranch life and "roughing it" just suit me.

But those who try, know that strength and knowledge come with doing.

My brother Calvin is very sweet. God had to give him to us because he squealed so much he sturbed the angels. We are not angels so he dont sturb us.

I communed with myself, after the manner of prodigals, and said: "How much better that I were down in Denver, even at Mrs. Coney's, digging with a skewer into the corners seeking dirt which might be there, yea, even eating codfish, than that I should perish on this desert—of imagination." So I turned the current of my imagination and fancied that I was at home before the fireplace, and that the backlog was about to roll down.

No, we have no rural delivery. It is two miles to the office, but I go whenever I like. It is really the jolliest kind of fun to gallop down. We are sixty miles from the railroad, but when we want anything we send by the mail-carrier for it, only there is nothing to get.

I am ashamed of my long letters to you, but I am such a murderer of language that I have to use it all to tell anything.

Speaking of things singly, Wyoming has nothing beautiful to offer. Taken altogether, it is grandly beautiful, and at sunrise and sunset the "heavens declare His glory.

There is always some happy and interesting thing happening, and I shall have two pleasures each time, my own enjoyment, and getting to tell you of them.

It is true, I want a great many things I haven't got, but I don't want them enough to be discontented, and not enjoy the many blessings that are mine.

If you only knew how far short I fall of my own hopes, you would know I could never boast. Why, it keeps me busy making over mistakes just like someone using old clothes. I get myself all ready to enjoy a success and find that I have to fit a failure. But one consolation is that I generally have plenty of material to cut generously, and many of my failures have proved to be real blessings.

But when you get among such grandeur you get to feel how little you are and how foolish is human endeavor, except that which reunites us with the mighty force called God.

I am the luckiest woman in finding really lovely people and having really happy experiences. Good things are constantly happening to me.

The only happiness left her was in making some one else happy.

I did my poor best, and if no one else is comforted, I am. I know the message of God's love and care has been told once, anyway, to people who have learned to believe more strongly in hell than in heaven.

It is for the wedding, else to be buried in.

We forgot all about feuds and partings, death and hard times. All we remembered was that God is good and the world is wide and beautiful.

I wonder how I can crowd all my joy into one short life.