The test of literature is, I suppose, whether we ourselves live more intensely for the reading of it.
– 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
Too often travel, instead of broadening the mind, merely lengthens the conversation.
– Elizabeth Drew
The world is not run by thought, nor by imagination, but by opinion.