Too often travel, instead of broadening the mind, merely lengthens the conversation. – Elizabeth Drew
The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and mangled mind leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict. – Elizabeth Drew
The inspired scribbler always has the gift for gossip in our common usage he or she can always inspire the commonplace with an uncommon flavor, and transform trivialities by some original grace or sympathy or humor or affection. – Elizabeth Drew
The test of literature is, I suppose, whether we ourselves live more intensely for the reading of it. – Elizabeth Drew