8 Quotes by Elinore Pruitt Stewart

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

Baby has the rabbit you gave her last Easter a year ago. In Denver I was afraid my baby would grow up devoid of imagination. Like all the kindergartners, she depended upon others to amuse her. I was very sorry about it, for my castles in Spain have been real homes to me. But there is no fear. She has a block of wood she found in the blacksmith shop which she calls her “dear baby.” A spoke out of a wagon wheel is “little Margaret,” and a barrel-stave is “bad little Johnny.

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.