The distractions, the exhaustions, the savage noises, the demands of town life, — Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
The rainiest nights, like the rainiest lives, are by no means the saddest. — Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
The literary artist will … portray what he knows, and little else. Imagination — Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
The woman’s personal identity is a vast undiscovered country — with which — Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
… life is moral responsibility. Life is several other things, we do not — Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
It is in the comprehension of the physically disabled, or disordered … that — Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
What an immense power over life is the power of possessing distinct aims. — Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
A perfect marriage is like a pure heart … those who have it are fit to see God. — Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
Who originated that most exquisite of inquisitions, the condolence system? — Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
It is not a thing to be safely let alone for a moment, or it will run to weeds. — Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
Out of my discomforts, which were small enough, grew one thing for which I have — Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
It is impossible to forget the sense of dignity which marks the hour when one becomes a wage-earner… — Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
Surely it is one of the simplest laws of taste in dress, that it shall not — Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
What an immense power over the life is the power of possessing distinct aims. — Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward